Shen Ye braced himself against the wall and looked down at his palm.
Beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead one after another.
No one else was there.
The cramped, silent stall was like a tomb. He stood numbly inside it, his face pale, his body trembling slightly.
At the very beginning.
From the moment the barrier opened.
He had transmigrated into another Shen Ye, one who had already died, and lived through all manner of bizarre and perilous events.
He could count himself as someone who had weathered storms and fought a hundred battles.
Even before White Night Spirit Wang, he could remain composed.
But.
Not until today, not until this moment.
Had he experienced something beyond his comprehension for the first time.
Fear arose unbidden.
This fear came neither from any concrete threat posed by an enemy nor from the conclusion that the Eternal Brain had died.
This fear ate away at his body and mind.
This fear-
Was utterly impossible to suppress.
Shen Ye wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, spread his palm again, and stared at the constantly writhing Fate Line.
-The power of this divination had not been released.
The Eternal Brain was already dead.
The divination could not proceed!
Yet the Eternal Brain was still operating.
The beings of the Real World were still alive. That was the best proof.
Then.
Who-
Was controlling the dead Eternal Brain?
The Eternal Brain was the "Great Dao," was "God," was the home that sheltered all beings.
He was dead.
Who, then, was continuing to sustain all this?
Shen Ye stared into the void.
A line of Faint Glowing Text quickly appeared:
``` "Because you possess the Era Ultimate Power: Huntian Art, although this power is not particularly strong, you can still see through the