The towering lightning above the Gobi Desert vanished completely. Amid the swirling dust, Chen Lin slowly opened his eyes.
Golden light shimmered deep in his eyes. The three million jin of True Dragon strength within him had fully merged with his newly transformed Deity Transformation true essence. He stood in midair, the space around him warping slightly with each breath.
Chen Lin extended his divine sense.
Fifty kilometers, two hundred and fifty, four hundred... His divine sense spread silently like a golden tidal wave, only stopping when it reached a thousand kilometers away. Within that range, the paths of birds beating their wings and the movements of ants underground were as clear as the lines on his palm.
An ordinary early Deity Transformation cultivator's divine sense reached only one or two hundred kilometers. The nourishment from his True Dragon body had given him reserves far beyond those of his peers the moment he entered Deity Transformation.
A faint smile curved Chen Lin's lips.
Just then, a violent buzzing suddenly came from deep within his Storage Ring.
Chen Lin frowned and turned his hand over, taking out the black jade token responsible for the disturbance. It was the object the mysterious Black-Robed Figure had left at the Myriad Worlds Garbage Transfer Station. It had remained utterly inert ever since Chen Lin reached Foundation Establishment.
Now, scarlet patterns lit up across its surface.
Before Chen Lin could react, the token shattered with a crack, turning into an eerie streak of blood-red light. Ignoring the distance through space, it instantly pierced the point between his brows.
His Sea of Consciousness churned violently. The streak of light branded a strange dark-gold mark directly onto his Nascent Soul's forehead.
A cold, emotionless message exploded in his mind:
``` "Brand established. Stationmaster Number 9527, Chen Lin,