Lin Lan paid no attention to Ryan's frenzy.
He had used all his strength, opening a grievous wound in the three layers of rings blessed by the Abyss with a dining knife, and the escaping Soul Spirits nearly flooded the entire Royal Palace!
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
Lin Lan was momentarily dazed. When he opened his eyes again, he discovered his consciousness had fallen into an indescribable world of strange mysteries.
Here, there was no concept of sky or earth; all around were chaotic and frenzied scarlet clouds of knowledge, and his body was falling endlessly, in a world without end.
Knowledge, enough to twist and mutate the ordinary, naturally flowed into the mind of the Foreigner.
Lin Lan's eyes showed astonishment.
Is this... the realm of the Master of the Ouroboros?
In the next second, he once again saw clearly the essence of that soft umbilical cord, which seemed out of place in this entire Abyss, as if it was a world of its own.
