His spirit seemed to fly away from his body. In this way, he came to the void inexplicably.

He seemed to have felt this situation once before, and in the Devil's Cry Ridge, he seemed to have such a momentary experience.

However, the feeling back then cannot be compared to the present day in any way.

He looked down, his body maintained a posture of looking up, this posture was not strange, but there was no emotion in those eyes, and what they contained was a palpitating emptiness.

He Yiming shuddered violently, and then he realized that this action could not be made at all.

He finally understood that he seemed to have really left his body.

Overhead, there was an inexplicable suction, He Yiming looked at it in horror, the original sky as light as water, flashing a magical light, at this moment, in his eyes, it was like hellish horror, so that he felt a deep sense of fear from the bottom of his heart.

This suction is emanating from this firmament.

At this moment, He Yiming suddenly became a little clear.

It is this firmament. It was the culprit who sucked him out. And at the moment, this suction is still maintained, which is to completely inhale him into it.

He Yiming was terrified, he wanted to sink in every possible way, he wanted to return to his body. However, he found that all these efforts seemed to be in vain.

No matter how he struggled, he was shrouded in this mysterious suction, although he did not continue to rise, but he could not go down, so he hung in the air without going up or down.

Suddenly, the light above his head was magnificent, and strange and somewhat familiar scenes suddenly appeared in front of him.

An empty scene. There, everything was empty, except for emptiness and emptiness, and he himself even had a feeling that everything was empty.

A little light appeared in the sky, as if it was the first ray of light rising from the rising sun, born from this endless "emptiness".

After it suddenly lit up, Huo Di dimmed, and the whole world once again entered the boundless darkness.

Over and over again, it seems that every disappearance and appearance is a reincarnation, and with each reincarnation, the power of light grows greater and greater, and finally defeats the night, and suddenly shines brightly, enveloping everything in it.

He Yiming's spirit shook violently, and he remembered this scene clearly.

This scene has long been deeply imprinted in his soul, and it is impossible to forget it no matter what.

Subsequently. In this piece of light, he saw the wind and snow, the water, fire, earth, and gold, and the world that was frozen for thousands of miles as if it was covered with a pair of silver armor, and he also saw the silver snake dancing wildly, like the thunder and lightning world of the end of the world.

Finally, when a thunderbolt struck him, He Yiming saw a light that suddenly appeared in front of him.

This is the most primordial light, and what is contained in it is the original source power.

At this moment, he froze, completely froze.

He had lost the ability to think and resist, because he had understood what was in the firmament.

His soul seemed to be rising, and he was about to disappear into the vast firmament.

However, at this moment, within the dantian of his body, in that chaotic world, a fierce and powerful light suddenly erupted.

His body seemed to turn into a huge luminous body, like a sun, constantly emitting its own light and heat to the outside world.

An incomparable suction force grabbed He Yiming's soul. After a slight pause, he immediately pulled his soul into his body with lightning speed.

He Yiming's body trembled, and he lowered his head in shock, no longer daring to look at the magical sky above his head.

His body was completely soaked with cold sweat, his breathing was rapid and heavy, if anyone saw his embarrassed appearance at this moment, then they would definitely not believe that this was an admirable Venerable Venerable.

Slowly, He Yiming calmed down, but his whole body was immersed in an extremely excited realm.

The thing above this head turned out to be the adventure under the lake that changed his life.

He didn't know what it was, but after a few years of magical experiences, and after experiencing it all again, he vaguely understood.

This is the source of strength.

The power of the source of all power.

Life and death, light and darkness, the power of the five elements, and the power of all that exists in the world.

Their Origin Power, or the Origin Power of this world, is something hidden in this firmament.

He Yiming inhaled with a divine breath, and there was a hint of understanding in his eyes.

This kind of source power should never appear under Shinto. Perhaps, it is only after the promotion of Shinto that it is possible to come into contact with this kind of thing that involves the power of the source.

However, for some reason, at the bottom of the lake in Hejiazhuang that night, a little bit of world origin power appeared. And what's even more surprising is that he was attracted by this source power just like he is today, so he walked over step by step and received this trace of origin power into his body.

So far. He also understood why the dantian in his body was so strange, it seemed to be able to absorb all the power, and he could also release any power.

Even the power left over from the people in the former Shinto can be retained and grown in the chaotic dantian.

All of this, after this scene today, has a perfect explanation.

Because his dantian is already the origin power of a small world, although this power is very weak, it can't compete with the whole world at all. But if it is a human dantian, it is more than enough.

In the same way, he also understood why when he was cultivating the exercises, he was always able to achieve twice the result with half the effort.

He was able to cultivate the five elements at the same time, and he was able to cultivate other exercises of various systems, and that was because his own dantian was composed of the power of the origin of this world.

Since he has a magical dantian, what power does he have that he can't master.

Thinking of this, his heart slowly settled down, and the magical power above his head didn't seem to be so terrifying.

Slowly, He Yiming raised his head again, but this time, there was no confusion and fear in his eyes, he quietly looked at all this above his head, as if he was looking at it with an equal and even snooping gaze.

The power of the origin above the head may be something that people in Shinto come into contact with and study. It's for any Shinto master below the human level. All have a fatal attraction and allure.

It was precisely because of the existence of this thing that those veteran Venerables and the holy beasts with the bloodline of divine beasts would approach here desperately.

Because with their cultivation, they can vaguely sense the existence of this thing.

And once you sense the existence of this thing, you will be affected by it and rush over.

It's like yourself at the bottom of the lake, just like yourself who has entered the realm of life and death today.

His gaze swept over the corpses of those Venerable and Holy Beasts, and seeing the same posture they retained, he vaguely understood that the souls of these beasts were attracted by this thing.

Like the bloody formations beneath the Great Plains, their existence seems to be aimed at the human soul

And this knowledge is also something that only the former Shinto people possess.

There was a hint of relief on his face, but fortunately it was in his body. It also has a little bit of the power of the source. Although it can't be compared to this terrifying behemoth above his head in terms of strength, he still has no problem saving a small life.

The light curtain overhead suddenly changed strangely.

Although this light curtain is originally mysterious, it seems to be ever-changing. But at the moment, this change is definitely unusual and weird.

The endless light actually surged towards the top of He Yiming's head, and soon formed a huge human face.

After seeing this scene, He Yiming was dumbfounded, but also knew that this could never be a certain form of the power of the Origin, but it must be the information left by the people in the previous generation of Shinto.

A ray of light shone down from the center of the eyebrows of that face, and its target turned out to be the center of He Yiming's eyebrows.

He Yiming's eyebrows raised slightly, and he raised his hand to block the light on his arm. However, something incredible happened to him.

The light ignored his arm, as if his arm didn't exist, and passed straight through his arm to the center of his brow.

The speed of the light was extremely fast, and when He Yiming found that his arm could not be stopped, he had no time to make other remedies, even too late to dodge.

The center of his eyebrows was slightly hot, and He Yiming immediately felt that something seemed to have entered his mind.

It's a paragraph, a narrative.

Although He Yiming has a certain impression of this language, he is not proficient enough to understand it.

However, this time he didn't need to translate at all, because he had already understood the meaning somehow.

It seems to be a spiritual exchange, and as long as it is two beings with intelligence, it is possible to communicate in this way.

There is no language barrier, as long as you have the mental strength, you can understand what the other person wants to say, and convey your own meaning to the other person's mind.

This novel way of communication immediately made He Yiming very interesting, but the only regret was that with his current strength, he hadn't even mastered his thoughts, let alone communicated with people in this magical way.

He exhaled deeply, silently taking in the message of the light.

Eventually, when the light was completely gone. The faces of the people in the sky also completely dissipated, and the whole sky returned to normal, and it became a wonderful scene like wind and water again.