They call us gods

Lian remained in that infinite and eternal flow until his legs moved forward on their own.

In a start, he was forcibly awakened from his trance and fell to his knees on the ground, feeling an indescribable pain that struck directly at his soul. It seemed as though his soul couldn't bear all that information.

Agony consumed him for a few seconds, but suddenly, a gentle Qi penetrated his mind and completely alleviated his consciousness. As if by magic, the pain ceased, and he felt that his soul was lighter and more recovered than before. Lian managed to rise from the ground. However, he realized he was no longer in the field of flowers but rather in a lush courtyard.

The courtyard appeared to have grown from the very earth, where every brick and tile exuded incredible vitality, composed of the most primal and divine celestial laws. The place resembled the legendary Yellow River, capable of connecting the mortal world to the celestial realm itself.