"I felt it."
Phantom Spirit felt it.
He truly felt it.
The aura emanating from that grayish-white glow made every hair on his body stand on end.
That aura carried the vicissitudes of years, the sharpness of time, and the weight of countless moments compressed together.
It was like a great river that had flowed for a hundred and fifty thousand years suddenly freezing into a block of ice, every edge sharp enough to slice through space itself.
Phantom Spirit fell silent for a moment.
Then he closed his eyes.
The instant he closed them, his body began to change.
The body beneath his black robe turned transparent, like crystal carved into the shape of a human.
Through his body, the stone tiles behind him, the dragon-carved pillars, and the golden giant net of laws could all be seen.
Everything was perfectly clear, as though his flesh, blood, and bones did not exist at all, leaving only a thin outline of space.
The vertical mark on his forehead slowly opened.
It was a silver-gray streak of light. The instant it split apart, the spatial structure within a hundred zhang around him began to tremble violently.
All spatial coordinates were thrown into disarray, and the concepts of up, down, left, and right became indistinct.
Even the Arena itself seemed less real, as though the entire platform were slowly peeling away from the real world.
"Great Dao of Space · No Distance."
Phantom Spirit's voice came from within that transparent outline, now distant, now near, now to the left, now to the right.
"I have merged myself into space itself and become a part of it."
"When you attack me, you are actually attacking this entire stretch of space. My true body can reassemble at any coordinate within it at any time."