Yun Lintian turned back to Mirror Lake, his gaze piercing through its glass-like surface. The previous three steps had been difficult, but now that he understood the lake's rhythm, he wouldn't hesitate.
He took the first step—harmonizing with the temporal distortion.
The second step—flowing past the geyser's eruption.
The third step—merging with the vortex's flow.
Each movement was flawless, executed with perfect synchronization. The lake's defenses no longer hindered him.
Then came the fourth step.
Crash!
The moment his foot touched the water, the world changed.
The sky darkened instantly, thick storm clouds rolling in as torrential rain began to pour. The raindrops weren't ordinary—each carried a profound conceptual intent, a will that permeated the very fabric of the storm.
Qian Jinglei's eyes widened. "This rain... it's infused with conceptual intent!"
Nie Tong frowned. "Whose comprehension could manifest like this?"
