Zheng Qing did not notice the subtle fluctuation in the depths of his Conscious Sea.
In this moment, he was like a newly hatched fledgling, eyes dark and wide, nervously huddled where he stood, greedily curious as he surveyed this utterly new World.
The vision of a Legendary Wizard is completely different from that of an ordinary Wizard.
In the span right after Zheng Qing first opened his eyes, he could not understand this World at all, only felt himself wrapped in strands of different colors and varying thicknesses, like a bird trapped in a cage.
Those lines rolled, traded places, flickered, leaving patches of varicolored fragments upon his retina.
But very quickly, as his blood seeped into and dyed those lines red, as one line after another of Spell script flashed across the Armor Battle Dress, the lines vanished into the void one by one, and the surrounding environment gradually returned to the World he recognized.
