This is what a space-time particle looks like after it has lost its activity and energy.
From an overlord of realms, it was drafted as a mere boy under someone else's command.
Lin Xian extended his right hand, reaching into the interior of the rice cooker.
Since Liu Feng had said that it was fine to touch it, that there were no problems, Lin Xian naturally had no concerns.
His finger sank down.
He touched the space-time particle.
That feeling...
Was really just as Liu Feng had described.
Indeed!
With closed eyes, one could feel as though they had touched something, a very, very, very slight sensation of being brushed.
It was like the falling of a cobweb, the brushing of a gentle breeze.
When you consciously try to touch it, you can't feel this touch; but when you touch it unconsciously, you can feel this subtle and elusive contact.
It was truly an indescribable sensation, and even more fitting, a delusion.
At this time.
