The first was the boundlessness of space.
It was the feeling of the Endless Void, as if it could contain everything, and as if it could tear everything apart.
In that instant, Lu Qing seemed to transform into the entire universe, omnipresent, all-encompassing.
And then the second, the third, the fourth...
Strands of Will surged out from his body, each one incomparably clear, each one incomparably pure.
They intertwined with one another, yet there was no conflict at all; instead, they set each other off, forming an indescribable harmony.
Their aura was so powerful, so mysterious, that Old Cyan Dragon and the others were stunned on the spot.
Old Cyan Dragon was the first to react. Its voice trembled as it began counting, "One, two, three, four..."
The Black Bull stared wide-eyed, using its hooves one by one to count, growing more and more shocked the more it counted: "Five, six, seven, eight..."
