It was an incredibly wondrous sensation.
It started from the Myriad-Soul Banner in Ang Xiao's hand, then expanded outward, like a gentle breeze washing over everyone present.
Something was coming.
In that instant, everyone felt the same sensation rise within them. But that was all. They couldn't see it, hear it, or touch it. It was like a hallucination.
In a flash, countless voices rang in Lü Yang's ears. Everything around him blurred, as if a thin, unremovable veil had appeared out of nowhere. His entire being felt as if it were ascending to the heavens, passing above the clouds and rain. Looking up, he couldn't see the sun or moon; looking down, he couldn't see the rivers or seas.
'He's dragged my consciousness into this!?'
Lü Yang was slightly alarmed, but his actions were swift. He cut the connection to his avatar again, switching from a first-person to a third-person perspective.
And then he saw it.
