Gods Have Three Forms

The eerie web-like pattern claimed to have known all things from birth, its consciousness containing the myriad wonders of existence. Judging by the heaven-defying methods it had displayed, perhaps that claim was true.

Li Shun calmed his mind and focused on the mysterious diagram it had manifested on the wall.

Before long, a faint glimmer of light burst forth deep within his parched, deathly still spirit terrace.

His soul plunged along that thread of light. When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to the familiar Square Inch!

Looking around at everything he knew so well, even Li Shun could not help feeling as though a lifetime had passed. "I'm finally back."

As the master of Square Inch, Li Shun knew with perfect clarity that this was no illusory realm woven by the other party.

Cold Mountain Grass, Shentu Xin's phantom, Threefold Self-Reflection, the Heavenly Man Book Stone Statue.

All of them were there.

More than that, no illusion could counterfeit the absolute control he felt within Square Inch, as though he were a creator whose words became law and whose will moved all things as easily as his own limbs.

What anchored him most firmly to reality, however, was the wisp of dark, indescribable aura suspended above the Square Inch Dome.

It was an imprint left behind by another unspeakable Outer God.

Now that his mind had reconnected with Square Inch, he had finally reestablished contact with the outside world.

"I don't know how long I spent in the Heavenly Court Ruins, or what's happened outside in Great Qian."

"Has the Hundred Schools Gathering ended? Has everyone else returned to reality, or..."

Yet when Li Shun followed his connection to Square Inch and probed the outside world, a storm surged through his heart.

Compared with the despairingly long