Even with strength like his, he had been weakened into the body of an ordinary person.
It was hard to imagine just how severely some Infinite Realm beings would be suppressed upon entering this place. They might not even compare to true ordinary people.
A Lord of the Universe might possess physical qualities similar to his own, but they would not have mystic intent.
At this point, mystic intent seemed of little use—at most, it could be used for illumination... but Lin Cheng did not think it was that simple.
Otherwise, there would be no way to explain the Tianyuan Daoist's strength back then.
A cold wind swept by from time to time. Scattered dead leaves could vaguely be seen across the ground, rubbing together with faint rustling sounds. Even the moonlight flickered between bright and dim. Lin Cheng immediately quickened his pace... because he felt that if he remained where he was, he might encounter something unpleasant.
Looking at his surroundings, he felt an inexplicable fear in his heart.
With his strength stripped away, everything belonging to a mortal gradually began to return, including certain basic emotions.
"I haven't felt this way in a very long time."
Lin Cheng no longer knew how long it had been since he had last felt fear. Now that this sudden terror had descended upon him, not only did it fail to make him shrink back, it instead gave him a strange thrill and enjoyment... The surging emotions allowed him to clearly feel that he was still alive.
For a long time, his power had been too great, and his life level had undergone a leap and transformation.
At certain times, he was more like a cold celestial body, an emotionless law, operating according to some merciless principle of the Great Dao.
Coupled