Concepts like 'Probability', 'Causality', 'Fate', 'Light' and 'Heavy' are things that Lin Rui doesn't dare to touch for now. However, other concepts like 'Disperse', 'Evaporate', 'Corrode', 'Dust', 'Thorn', 'Expand', etc. — though relatively weaker, are like twisting giant pythons, yet they are aligned one by one under the combing and whipping of his Origin Martial Intent.
The chaotic landscape around was terrifying; the sky was filled with a riot of colors weaving and tumbling freely, while energy currents on the ground flowed and transformed, emitting a disquieting aura. The pervasive fog, composed of chaotic thoughts, emotions, and conceptual powers, continually assaulted his mental defenses.
Spiritual bodies from the extinct ascended races, in various aggressive forms like ferocious beasts, twisted human shapes, and flickering light shadows, all rushed towards him, like moths drawn to the holy thunder tribulation fire burning intensely around him.
