He had always belonged here, so naturally there was no process of coming in from outside.
Only a pure consciousness entering the Mist Sea; as Yu Ziqing had expected, of those Mysterious things, only a portion was brought in.
Most of the Mysteriousness obtained through judgment did not follow his consciousness into this place, to be carried over in sync.
What could be brought here had to be powers that were connected only to this place, or purely related only to consciousness.
And that was exactly what Yu Ziqing wanted.
He roughly estimated the time before the judgment power would dissipate, then immediately began to use the environment here and the power of this moment to deduce.
His consciousness condensed into a figure, emerging upon the Mist Sea.
He stretched out a hand, sank it into his own chest, and pulled out a tiny flame from within.
That was the anger that had been burning all along, never once extinguished.
