(A year was almost over. Thank you to all my readers for staying with me!)
Where he had just been, countless streaks of colored light collapsed into a ball of lightning and exploded. Though Tang Changsheng had already moved dozens of yards away, the blast nearly caught him.
Fortunately, he had already cultivated his Yin Spirit and had the Myriad Forms Mirror to protect him. The fading force of the explosion could not hurt him.
But Tang Changsheng now knew what those strange lights were, and he kept well away from them. He had only been at their outermost edge just now.
If he had plunged in headfirst, he would have been dead beyond any doubt...
"That's Primordial Magnetic Divine Light. Damn it... Why is there so much of it?"
Since ancient times, Primordial Magnetic Divine Light had been said to be exceedingly mysterious and rare. Usually, it could only be encountered deep within the earth or at the northern and southern magnetic poles.
Of course, unless one had cultivated to the point where one's Yin Spirit could leave the body, one could not see it even if it was right before one's eyes.
Yet before Tang Changsheng, seemingly endless Primordial Magnetic Divine Light filled the space between heaven and earth. It was vast and magnificent, beautiful yet bewildering, and fraught with danger.
But looking at how it spread above the sprawling, brightly lit cities below, many questions were not hard to answer...
Clearly, it was man-made—or at least connected to human technology.
It had not been created deliberately, of course. The vast cities, countless electrical appliances and circuits, heavy equipment, power plants...
Over a century, all of it had brought about this immense layer of Primordial Magnetic Divine Light.
Just then, that powerful Ghost God fell into the light.