When he opened his eyes again, Chen Yi found himself in a vast plaza.
Surrounding him were dense crowds of people.
No, not all were people.
Some were humanoid demons, spirit monsters, and ghosts, and not far from him was a member of the Barbarian Clan.
Tall and short, they sat cross-legged on prayer mats, encircling him.
And in front of the crowd, seemingly thousands of miles, tens of thousands of miles away, was a colossal figure.
How tall was he?
As large as a star.
Sitting cross-legged on a Lotus Platform, wearing clothes similar to a Daoist robe—without obvious Taoist insignia, a purple outer robe over white brocade garments.
The appearance of the figure was unclear, shrouded in a hazy starlit galaxy, with starry glimmers on his face.
Only a pair of eyes were bright, with massive pupils like two swirling satellites.
In his hands, one held a giant, open Book Scroll, the other a rectangular Jade Plate—resembling a ruler.
He simply sat there.
