Liang Yi, lying flat and suspended above the ocean of golden mist, had his eyes tightly shut as chaotic and obscure sceneries relentlessly flashed through his mind.
Beneath him, the ocean of mist surged, sending up numerous columns of fog that continuously shrouded his whole body, completely absorbed within three feet of approaching Liang Yi.
"So that's how it is…"
Above Liang Yi, the Heavenly Dao Origin that had integrated the threads sent by Uncle Ju sighed softly and spoke in a serene and distant voice.
The will of the Heavenly Dao was not an inanimate object; even just this part that had been severed by Uncle Ju held its own consciousness. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been able to persist for several epochs under the seal of the Abyss Will.
To withstand the power of the seal, this part of the Heavenly Dao Origin had no choice but to close off its consciousness and dedicate all of itself to resisting the erosion of the Abyss, maintaining the purity of its core.
