A formless radiance, like glassy light, surrounded Li Qing's soul.
What had originally been intangible seemed to turn corporeal, like an indestructible shell tightly covering the surface of his soul.
As the complete formless light emerged, a mysterious sound arose within Li Qing's mind.
It was an incomparably chaotic sound, mixed with hundreds of millions of clamorous noises.
He seemed to hear roars from an unknown frequency, mingled with countless crackling, static-like buzzes.
These sounds possessed boundless demonic power, silently breeding within his mind.
Li Qing clearly discovered that a trace of murkiness seemed to be appearing within his soul.
Alarmed, Heavens Civilization Torrent suddenly erupted at that moment.
The river of civilization surged directly into his soul, capturing that trace of murky existence.
That trace of murkiness contained a vast amount of information, and this information made him sense extreme peril.
Soon, beneath the cleansing of the Heavens Civilization Torrent, that wisp of murky information continually shattered, seemingly becoming part of the torrent.
This information settled at the bottom of the torrent, gradually giving rise to a patch of civilization information steeped in extreme darkness.
Before Li Qing could examine it, another unknown mutation appeared.
A hazy, unknown, indescribable fluctuation materialized out of thin air around him.
The light around him suddenly dimmed, and everything was falling into darkness.
At that moment, Li Qing could only feel endless cold. Within the darkness, countless terrifying existences seemed to be watching him.
All kinds of sinister information seemed to ring beside his ears.
The perceptions within Li Qing's mind were thrown into utter disorder. He felt as though his mental consciousness were being stretched infinitely, then compressed infinitely; as though it had become an indestructible boulder, or endless scorching heat had exploded within his mind.
The darkness was filled with chaos