"Scared me to death! So it was only a dream!"
Pan Long wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
If all those big shots from the other world, past and present, had joined forces to beat him senseless, there would have been nowhere in heaven or on earth for him to hide.
After all, it wasn't just the great figures from the five major powers. Great figures from less powerful countries had shown up in the crowd beating him, too.
Not to mention the gods and Buddhas among them.
What puzzled him, though, was why several big shots from that famous guild he'd known back when he played games were in the crowd. Did he really rank gaming legends alongside gods, Buddhas, and great historical figures?
"Argh! This is driving me crazy! Even if dreams come from what you think about during the day, they could at least make some sense!"
"Grandmaster Taishang isn't reliable either. He said the Numinous Light is part of my body, that I can control it already... If I could control it, I'd send it from the top of my head down to my feet, then make it spin inside me like the hand of a clock—"
Pan Long broke off mid-sentence and froze.
He could clearly feel the wisp of Numinous Light within him moving from the top of his head to his feet. Then, with the Shanzhong Acupoint as its center, it began circling along a round path.
Just like the hand of a clock.
"Wait... I really can control the Numinous Light?"
He stood stunned for a long while before tentatively saying, "Move to my left hand."
The Numinous Light did not respond.
"Not the hand? Then... stop?"
The Numinous Light still did not respond.