"Yan Xiaobao, since you are in a deep state of enlightenment, I wonder if you can emerge from the claws..." In the illusory world, everything was shattering and disintegrating. The claws of the ancient beast tore everything to pieces, even Yan Xiaobao's thoughts seemed affected.
His consciousness began to fracture and scatter, and he looked around blankly. Seeing those claws tearing through the sky was utterly shocking.
This power was unimaginable, yet he also wished he could have such power. He longed to tear apart heaven and earth. As the debris began to spread, he suddenly wanted to absorb the power with all his might, understand it, and make it his own power.
The more he thought about it, the less he knew about himself. This process lasted for a short time until a tremor passed through him, and he realized that something strange was happening. He suddenly recalled that his purpose for coming to this place had nothing to do with being caught up in the claws.
