Target 1

"How was it? Have you thought it through?" Lin Sheng sincerely extended his hand and waited quietly.

The old man's expression remained calm as he slowly opened his mouth.

"I—"

In an instant, countless divine patterns flashed through his eyes.

The entire world around them—the forest, the earth, the sky—everything twisted, crazily pressing in on Lin Sheng from all directions.

"If you want me to submit, then show me your strength!!"

Time and space, controlled by a thought of his, unleashed intense malice upon Lin Sheng from countless dimensions.

Within the small area where Lin Sheng stood, time spontaneously accelerated countless times over.

It sought to age and wither him away.

Space continuously shattered and reformed, attempting to slice through Lin Sheng's body and soul with its razor-sharp edges.

Countless physical laws rapidly shifted into chaos, trying to throw the structure of Lin Sheng's body into disorder and make it self-destruct.

"What tremendous power." Lin Sheng gazed gently at the old man, as though he were looking at his own mischievous child.

"I'm very pleased. With such power, when you face more powerful enemies and challenges in the future, you will surely know how to protect yourself."

The world twisted, ceaselessly attempting to harm him. Yet every attack and change was isolated by the countless streams of pure white Sacred Power swirling around Lin Sheng.

Within the distorted world, the old man's figure could not be found at all.

Whether through the soul or matter, there was no way to continue tracking him.

But unfortunately, Lin Sheng had long since locked onto the other party's true spirit.

Countless chaotic colors filled the surroundings, forming enormous vortices.

Lin Sheng did not even know where he was, but he had no need to know.

Even if he were thrown into the core