It was an experience beyond the reach of language. Lin Ye's consciousness seemed to become a drop of water, merging into a boundless ocean while miraculously retaining the contours of his self. He could sense every being participating in the resonance, from the most powerful Primordial Origin to the frailest low-dimensional lifeform. Their thoughts, emotions, and memories all opened themselves to him at this moment, converging into a torrent powerful enough to shake the foundations of the universe.
The Lord of Order's counterattack was like towering waves. That being from the Seventh Dimension finally revealed its true power. No longer were its attacks mere probes; it unleashed the might it had accumulated over countless eras. The entire conceptual domain trembled beneath its fury. The will connections that had only just been established began to crack, and some of the more fragile beings were even blasted directly out of the resonant state.
Lin Ye felt an indescribable pain. As the resonance's central node, every attack from the Lord of Order struck him first before being transmitted to the other participants. It was a position he had chosen willingly, because only by standing at the front could he shield the countless beings behind him. His consciousness swayed on the verge of collapse beneath the violent impacts, yet he never fell.
The power of the Primordial Origin was like a needle that steadied the sea, stabilizing the entire resonance network at the most perilous moment. This ancient being constructed a barrier with its own source power, buying Lin Ye time to catch his breath. It said nothing, but Lin Ye could sense its will—a wordless encouragement telling him not to give up, telling him that victory was within reach.
The Lord of Order seemed to realize the threat posed by the Primordial Origin