Sometimes, a single second in consciousness can feel incredibly long.
In the instant Gu Jianlin's spirituality connected, he glimpsed the memories belonging to the girl. It was as though she stood alone amidst endless wind and snow, her heart filled with hesitation and vigilance, much like a stray cat.
In a world that did not belong to him.
Within the blizzard stood an ancient stone tablet, engraved with eerie symbols of the Ancient God Clan. Staring at it too long made one feel like an ancient god, draped in a sacrificial robe of antiquity, gazing down at all living things—whether human slaves or members of the same race—with gigantic stone formations surrounding them.
It felt as if a trace of the Ancient God's Breath had invaded his body.
Yet it did not distort his mind; instead, it blended with his spirituality.
He exerted all his effort to control the mutated spirituality, integrating it into his own life force.
He could distinctly sense his life evolving!
