Jiang Ding felt in a hazy state that a strand of his Divine Sense followed some thread of cause and effect through the obscurity, delving into the spatial void, immersing in the mysterious tides of the Starry Sky, blending with it seamlessly, indistinguishable as yours or mine.
After an unknown length of time and traversing countless winding paths, he suddenly arrived in a vague and ethereal space.
Here, an indistinct silhouette was seated in tranquility.
Upon seeing him enter, the blurry figure's gaze subtly shifted, but it said nothing.
"Seven, four, nine, one, two, two..."
Jiang Ding himself was also indistinct, form barely discernible, as he slowly spoke, reciting a sequence of one hundred and twenty-eight numbers.
With each number not only spoken but also corresponding to a unique fluctuation of the Divine Soul, he displayed one hundred and twenty-eight distinct soul vibrations in succession.
This was the key to identity verification.
