While everyone stood stunned by Su Yi's true form, he had already sunk into the wondrous sensation of glimpsing the truth of the entire universe.
From that vantage point, Su Yi felt as though he knew every secret in the universe.
He even seemed to have witnessed the universe's entire history.
He felt as though he had lived through so much, seen so much knowledge, and experienced so much time.
Yet when he came to his senses, it felt as though only an instant had passed.
Then Su Yi realized he could remember none of it. As time had raced past, he had instinctively seized something that felt strangely familiar.
He looked down. It was a Warship no bigger than a toy.
It was only slightly larger than his palm.
The Warship was gold from end to end, with crimson markings and a flag bearing a Six-Winged Fire Phoenix.
Before he could gather his thoughts, he felt himself plunge from the heavens.
He had no idea how much time passed. When he opened his eyes again, he saw what lay before him.
The pitch-black storm was still spinning, devouring every soul and piece of iron around it.
But his thoughts were muddled. He could clearly feel more than a dozen immense gazes watching him, each charged with a different, pure emotion.
They seemed to be waiting for him to die so they could devour him whole.
At the same time, the connection he had formed in that daze radiated deep confusion and contemplation.
Su Yi took a deep breath.
Then, under everyone's gaze, his uncanny body rapidly rose.
Strange light streamed from the hundreds upon hundreds of eyes covering him.
A low, distant voice rang out.
"Across time and fate..."
"Seeking bloodlines and seals..."
"Wanderer of the Mist, lost between