Under the silent gazes of the crowd, Lynn pressed his palm without hesitation against the surface of the Sealed Object.
Accompanied by a mist-like burst of colorful energy that slowly drifted out of the sphere, countless ethereal particles gathered and disintegrated in the air, dancing gracefully like a docile swarm of bees.
Lynn slowly closed his eyes, allowing that power to invade his brain.
His past life memories were protected by a system, so naturally, there was no concern.
What those people coveted were the memories he had after his transmigration.
Although the system could not influence it, he had another, even more bug-like helper.
The moment the Sealed Object's power invaded the Spiritual World, the anchor mark symbolizing the Eternal Chosen, quietly suspended in Lynn's mind, imperceptibly trembled.
The next second, those colored particles that floated in the air seemed to finally find a target, rapidly coalescing from their dispersed state into a dense whole.
