Rain hissed against the ground.
"So this is an Imago?"
An Envoy from the Haotian Great World murmured.
He reached out to catch the rain, but it avoided his hand, leaving him unable to collect a drop.
The rain fell in even waves, yet somehow missed everyone.
That only piqued his curiosity.
"Come!"
With a Spell Seal, he forcibly seized a few drops and spread them across his palm.
Rainwater.
Nothing but rainwater.
"So this is an Imago?" he said, disappointed.
"Don't be careless. Countless Epochs ago, a legend was passed down saying the Imago of the Three Realms could shift between the real and the illusory," said an Envoy from the Shaking Light Great World.
Shift between the real and the illusory...
What difference would it make if this rain turned illusory?
Everyone watched the rain, the same thought rising in their minds.
At that moment.
Xu Yuan stood in the center of the Grand Hall, eyes closed, quietly feeling the rain.
How vast and profound was the True Explanation of Imago?
It stood at the pinnacle of the Three Realms' civilization.
Even now, he had grasped only part of it and had yet to bring it all together.
It would take time and patient effort.
He opened his eyes and glanced at the empty space across from him.
The Envoys from the three worlds were still discussing whom to send into the fight, apparently even arguing under their breath.
Xu Yuan suddenly smiled.
They were putting on an act.
Anyone chosen to represent an entire world's civilization had to be exceptionally clever and hold considerable status and power.
What they were doing now was stalling.
You've already unleashed your Imago. Good. We've all seen it.
But does it consume Spiritual Power?
How much?
*Will keeping it active for