Inside the Divine Temple was an endless sea of consciousness.
No, this wasn't Chen Yan's own sea of consciousness. It seemed more like an ancient memory space... belonging to the Enlightenment Tree.
Chen Yan's consciousness floated at the center of this space.
Countless points of light, like fireflies on a summer night, converged from every direction and flowed into his body, gentle yet impossible to resist.
Each point of light was a remnant soul.
Each remnant soul belonged to a once-brilliant genius who had perished here, and carried the cosmic truths they had comprehended throughout their life.
"Boom!"
A blazing ball of fire surged in. In an instant, Chen Yan's mind filled with the image of a red-haired man wielding a spear and burning the eight wastelands, along with his purest insights into the source of the universe's power.
A moment later, a dusky blue point of light flowed into him.
The image of a woman dancing amid towering ice, freezing the stars, flashed past...
Thousands upon thousands of utterly different cosmic powers, and thousands upon thousands of shattered memories of lives long past, swept through Chen Yan's soul like an unprecedented storm of information.
If anyone else had been in his place—even a prodigy like the Golden Dragon Youth—their soul would already have been burst apart by that vast, jumbled flood of information, leaving them a complete imbecile.
But Chen Yan's sea of consciousness held a world of its own.
That towering Chaos giant remained seated in silence.
No matter how violently the storm of information raged outside, it couldn't move him in the slightest.
The three slowly revolving blood-red planets in his palm radiated an aura that suppressed the ages. They instantly crushed and refined every chaotic law insight that poured in, transforming them into imprints of the