Su Lun didn't know how to describe the world before him, for he had clearly realized that his perception was distorted.
To the human eye, it seemed as if he was placed within an abstract painting, with the entire world appearing abstract, devoid of any reality.
Yet, under the scrutiny of his second-evolved All-knowing Eye, another true world unfolded before him, where he saw the flow of countless chaotic rules.
These rules were untamed and irregular, like all colors of paint swirled together, but not fully blended, becoming complex hues incomprehensible to the mind.
"Faith contamination?"
Su Lun's brows furrowed deeply, for this was more than just chaotic rules.
The moment he entered this space, he felt as if whispers were in his ears, incessant, instilling in him the urge to prostrate in pilgrimage toward some indescribable existence.
"How strong must that Ancient God have been to leave behind such a dense Power of Faith after so many years?" he pondered.
