Even the concept of self began to become blurred and diluted.
How long had he been drifting? One year?
Ten years?
Or just a moment?
At the end of this gray mist.
A vague outline seemed to appear.
It resembled a human shape, yet immense, towering high.
With his back to Fang Qingyu, this drifting thought silently stood in the chaos center, as if it had existed before Heaven and Earth were formed.
A heartbeat originating from Life Origin drove Fang Qingyu's thread of chaotic thought, instinctively floating toward the towering figure.
The distance seemed to shorten.
But the figure remained blurry.
As if through a layer of impenetrable frosted glass.
Just as Fang Qingyu's consciousness was about to be completely lost in this gray chaos, at the moment of touching the figure...
Buzz!
An irresistible force of attraction suddenly burst forth from the figure.
Fang Qingyu's drifting thought was instantly consumed like a moth to a flame.
Whoosh!
Consciousness instantly returned.
