Ten-plus breaths later.
Jiang Dali dropped over a thousand zhang in altitude before he sensed that the icy gaze seemed to have shifted away, no longer fixed on him. That fear and frenzied agitation rising from his Spirit also gradually ebbed, and he couldn't help loosening his heart a little, while faint guesses formed within.
"Just now it should have been the Heavenly Will getting provoked by me, in a half-awakened state, using a thread of consciousness to observe me… If I kept ascending, I'd very likely come into direct contact with it…"
His expression was grave. Even while in the Primordial State, his Mental State as still as an ancient well, the higher he flew the more he felt an uncontrollable panic and manic unrest, a chill running down his spine.
