Those who approached, to hear the Dao, began to tremble, prostrate on the ground. The innate beings who were rushing from all directions also stopped in their tracks, as a sign of reverence.
An ancient God, who was closest to this mysterious being but under the power field of this mountain, involuntarily shrank to a height of a hundred meters. With slightly fearful eyes, he lowered his head, speaking in a deep voice:
"Great master of the world, could it be that we have disturbed your meditation?"
The mysterious being shook its head slightly, and the surrounding disturbed spacetime, along with its calming mood, rapidly returned to normal.
Nevertheless.
It vaguely understood something in its heart.
...
Han Yi only felt a blur before his eyes, and he found himself back in the familiar hall. A bronze coin fell down, and he caught it smoothly. The light on the coin receded, but it was no longer rusty as before, but brand new.
"Ancient Illusory Realm?"
"But why can I remember it?"
