The void, which had once been empty space, began to reveal phantom images, and the mountain peaks that had shattered into dust slowly started to coalesce.
The deathly aura emanating from Du Chen grew heavier, and the information drifting through his eyes became increasingly dense.
Suddenly, a ripple flashed through the mountain peak, causing the once-forming summit to halt abruptly.
"Hmph!"
Du Chen had snorted coldly, and his eyes had turned a greyish-white. The phantom image, which had been momentarily stalled, resumed its formation, but this time, it was undeniably much more laborious for Du Chen compared to before.
Gradually, some vague shadows began to appear on the mountain peak. Du Chen's eyes brightened slightly, and just as he was about to focus his attention, a phantom image had suddenly appeared before him.
