At that moment, Lin Cheng fell silent. After briefly suppressing part of the lightning's power, a flash of pain suddenly appeared between his brows.
He recalled certain things, inheriting—or rather, recovering—some of his power.
That profoundly mysterious power came from a realm... the Mystic Realm.
This was a realm above the Lords of the Universe. The power unleashed in that instant even affected the entirety of the Infinite Realm Outer Heaven for a moment. Yet something seemed to have gone wrong with Lin Cheng himself. Merely using a trace of that power had left him severely wounded.
After being injured, his gaze gradually turned vacant again, carrying a touch of indifference.
He became motionless once more, as though he had completely lost contact with the outside world and sunk into his own inner world.
After a moment, the pain between Lin Cheng's brows grew increasingly intense. Strands of invisible conceptual power continuously leaked out, madly affecting the surrounding environment, yet they were firmly confined within a certain range.
Even illusory power appeared over Lin Cheng's body, as though it were about to devour him whole.
His power had gone berserk.
With a bang, half of Lin Cheng's body suddenly exploded, turning into countless strands of conceptual power that surged toward the universe. The next second, they instantly froze, forcibly dragged back by an even more powerful force...
His body condensed once more, but it flickered faintly, ethereal and unreal.
His entire aura became ever more elusive, as though he would completely merge into heaven and earth and vanish the very next second.
"Rip!"
Lin Cheng covered his forehead with one hand and reached out with the other, lightly pressing against the void. An invisible ripple of power spread out. As another force emerged, a massive void passage appeared, and Lin