Li Su was drenched in sweat, his expression a kaleidoscope of emotions as perspiration streamed without end.
What exactly had he seen to react like this? To the point that he did not even dare continue his breakthrough, choosing instead to stop?
Naturally, he had seen a ghost—the kind of ghost you saw while wide awake.
He had seen Elder Bai, Bifang, Shang Yang, and Ji Meng.
That young troop commander named Ziya was there too, as were the eight thousand academy disciples—not one missing. Every last one of them was there.
There were even countless strangers whom he had never seen before.
He had even spotted Elder Jin, who had attacked them, among them.
Something like nerves covered all their heads, while an incomparably bizarre creature floated above them.
It looked remarkably like the sun symbol in paintings, except it had a human face and ears. That sun was enormous. Strands of nerves stretched down from its body, connecting to the crowns of Elder Bai and the others' heads.
Those people were breathing, and their expressions kept shifting, as though they were trapped in dreams from which they could not awaken.
That sight alone was already deeply bizarre.
But what truly shocked Li Su was that, when his realm broke through and he saw that eerie scene, the sun seemed to notice him as well. It began to turn its head, its enormous gaze falling upon him. At the same time, one of the nerve strands linked to Elder Bai and the others suddenly detached and flew toward him.
There was no question that it was terrifying enough.
Yet even more terrifying was that when Li Su instinctively tried to retreat, he discovered that he could not move. His body was completely beyond his control.
As he sensed himself,