Ou Yangming's eyes were muddled. It was difficult to put into words.
A powerful tearing force enveloped him. Without any movement from him, a seven-colored glass light blocked the force completely.
Although the force was powerful, Ou Yangming was like a towering mountain. No matter how the external environment changed, it could not make him waver in the slightest.
This was where his greatest strength lay.
In front of him, the world was getting bigger. The vegetation was verdant, and spiritual Qi was abundant.
After an unknown time, his head became heavy. By the time he opened his eyes, his body was immersed in a spiritual pool.
His internal organs, limbs, and bones were all in a comfortable state.
Ou Yangming raised his head to look at the sky. In front of him were stars of different colors, some big and some small, some far and some near. They were countless worlds. At first glance, there were at least tens of thousands of them.
