Zheng Qing did not notice the subtle changes deep within his Sea of Consciousness.
At that moment, he was like a newly hatched chick, opening a pair of pitch-black eyes as he curled up nervously in place, surveying this brand-new world with curiosity and greed.
A Legendary Wizard's vision was completely different from that of an ordinary wizard.
When Zheng Qing first opened his eyes, he could not make sense of this world at all. He only felt himself wrapped in lines of different colors and varying thicknesses, like a bird in a cage.
Those lines rolled, shifted, and flickered, leaving patches of dazzling color across his retina.
But soon, as his blood stained those lines red and rows of incantations flashed across his armored Battle Robe, the lines vanished into the void one after another. The surroundings gradually returned to the world he knew.
This was, in fact, the Battle Robe's greatest function: "dimensional reduction," or perhaps "transcoding" was a more fitting term—converting the information received by Legendary senses as completely as possible into something Zheng Qing, at his current stage, could understand and accept.
Like a newborn infant.
Zheng Qing's vision improved bit by bit as well.
At first, he could only see clearly the hands he held before his eyes and the blue-green stone slabs beneath his feet. Soon, he could see the White Marble railings around the altar. Then came the thin mist, the low altar walls, the brilliant dome, and the Azure Strange Dragon faintly visible amid the clouds.
Yet unlike the dim, oppressive feeling he had experienced earlier at the foot of the Yuanshi and Taiyi altars, he now felt that every corner of this small plaza glittered with astonishing beauty. In the Starry Sky overhead, every star flickered to a marvelous rhythm. They