"Who are you...?"
Lin Ze responded in his mind.
"I... have been... waiting for you..."
The voice continued, still halting:
"Come... in..."
Come in?
Into where?
Lin Ze froze slightly, but the next moment, he understood.
Within the sun's core, that barely perceptible fluctuation suddenly intensified. A gentle yet vast power surged in from every direction, enveloping Lin Ze completely.
That power bore no hostility. Instead, it carried a sense of familiarity, like a traveler returning home, like an infant returning to its mother's embrace.
Lin Ze did not resist, letting that power draw him along.
The next moment, his consciousness began to blur, slowly sinking into a warm darkness.
An unknown amount of time passed.
Lin Ze opened his eyes and found himself standing upon a vast, boundless land.
No.
He was not "standing" here. He was watching from a certain "perspective," just as he had when watching the scenes of the Earth Dragon being slain before.
These were the memories of the world's will.
Time had returned to a hundred thousand years ago.
In the scene, a man stood atop a mountain and performed the Heaven Sacrifice ritual.
Lin Ze recognized him.
He was the man who had wielded a trident and slain the Earth Dragon.
After the ritual was completed, the man's body began to grow taller, his level of existence began to rise, and his aura grew stronger and more terrifying.
Finally, he became the first person in this world to reach the level of a "World Lord."
An overseer acting on heaven's behalf.
An incarnation of its will.
He commanded the vast majority of this world's powers.
The scene shifted.
After becoming a World Lord, the man felt there was no longer any room to increase his strength in the Shinobi World, so he