Julius Reed was unaware that he was surrounded by so many people.
But he realized that his senses might have been disturbed.
He couldn't see, couldn't hear, and walking yielded no changes.
There was an ancient legend about ghostly eye veiling.
Though there were no ghosts in this world, Julius Reed was convinced that he might be trapped now.
His senses should be disrupted.
He reached out his hand and touched his eyes.
There was nothing.
He could feel his eyelids.
His eyes blinked, and his hand could clearly feel it.
The same with his ears, he could even reach into his ear and dig at the ear canal.
Squatted down.
Still, the ground was flat and covered in a slick slime.
It seemed like he could see, could hear.
But was trapped in a boundless environment.
As if he were stuck in a swamp.
Hard to escape.
But this situation was unreal.
Julius Reed sat cross-legged on the ground, entering an extremely ethereal state.
He was the Holy Lord, had lived for countless years.
