This feeling was a little like a blind man touching an elephant.
However, his own small world was countless times more complicated!
Furthermore, it had to be abstruse, invisible, and formless.
Those who did not have enough comprehension would not be able to sense anything in their entire lives. They could only be stuck at the perfected Zongshi realm forever.
Fortunately, Su Mu's comprehension was quite good, and after half a month, he finally sensed a corner of his own small world.
It was a translucent snake scale.
It was not real, but a stream of consciousness.
This snake scale was only the size of a human fingernail, but the patterns were extremely clear. There seemed to be a mysterious Dao rhythm between the twists and turns.
After sensing it, Su Mu's spirit was shaken and he immediately mobilized his demonic power to reconstruct the snake scale.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh------------------------------------
