Within the psychic realm, two invisible forces clashed.
A magnificent sacred hall stood upon the earth like a towering mountain. Vast, pure light layered outward in rings, surging and ebbing like ocean tides, accompanied by thunderous roars. No one could have imagined that such terrifying power resided within that frail, aged body.
Psychic power howled like a tidal wave, stirring violent swells. The bald old man sat at the center of the sacred hall, radiating holy, dazzling light as though a god had revealed his true form, inspiring an irresistible urge to kneel in worship.
This was Professor Charles, the world's most powerful wielder of the mind, the supreme being of the psychic realm.
Facing him from afar was a golden sun, radiating boundless light and heat. Countless scorching rays spread in every direction from the black-haired young man at its center, while astronomical-tide-like energy fluctuations shook the void.
Perhaps Sean could not match the professor in pure psychic power, but his formidable strength in reality supported him, allowing him to stand his ground.
"What exactly are you trying to do?" The bald old man could not help feeling puzzled. His opponent had released him from confinement and seemed to harbor no obvious hostility.
"I already told you, Professor Charles. I want you to witness the future of Mutants with your own eyes!"
The golden sun released countless psychic threads. Rather than launching a fierce attack at Professor Charles, those invisible forces gathered into a rolling torrent. Countless fragments of light and shadow flickered rapidly, like rippling reflections shattered apart, as figures and scenes from different eras flashed past at incredible speed.
Threadlike psychic power wove itself into a massive, shimmering curtain. Seated at the center of the hall, the professor's calm expression shifted slightly. His consciousness became like an