Above the gray fog

God's Kingdom.

On a habitable planet of the human race, Lin Changsheng and Miaomiao are still working hard to restore their extraordinary power.

It will take a long time for them to overcome their obsession.

Seeing that they did not make any mistakes, Lin Shan stopped interfering and turned his attention back to reality.

Lin Shan: [Ready. ]

A plain piece of paper: [You are a grateful person. The great parchment is very happy. Next, the great parchment will send you to the source sea. ]

Lin Shan: [Don't rush to send it. Tell me what you need to pay attention to and how to find the feather pen. ]

A plain piece of paper: [The great parchment will naturally not forget to remind you that the source sea is the final destination of the soul. Naturally, there are strange places. You need to pay attention to the following points. ]

A plain piece of paper: [If you want to enter the Source Sea, you must enter as a soul, but the Source Sea has a natural rule. Any soul that enters the Source Sea will be compressed into Source. Of course, this rule can be resisted, but it can only be resisted by your own strength. With your strength, you can only stay in the Source Sea for thirteen hours without encountering danger. If you can't hold on, call the great parchment immediately. The great parchment will pull you back. Remember, you only have three chances. ]

[The Source Sea is full of various soul predators and traps. You'd better prepare something to protect your soul before entering. ]

[In the Source Sea, there is no concept of time. You will see anything that may appear, as well as things that cannot appear. You must always keep a clear mind to prevent getting lost. ]

[Regarding the Broken Pen, as long as you think about the Broken Pen in your heart, it will sense it and give you guidance. ]

Lin Shan read these tips carefully, [Is that all? ]

The words on the paper changed again: [Great Parchment, I wish you good luck. Remember, in the Source Sea, your faith will be your most powerful weapon. ]

Lin Shan looked at the handwriting in front of him and suddenly felt his soul being pulled by a force.

He could cut off this pull at any time, but it should be the handwriting of Parchment.

Lin Shan: [Is it you? ]

A plain piece of paper: [Yes, don't resist. ]

Lin Shan relaxed and his consciousness gradually blurred.

Lin Shan's consciousness gradually blurred, and the scene in front of him gradually peeled off the outline of the real world and entered a completely different dimension.

The surrounding environment gradually became clear.

The sky of the Source Sea was like a huge colorful painting, filled with soft fluorescence.

The white feathers seemed to fall endlessly from the sky, and each feather exuded a warm light, like fragments of countless stars.

The feathers gently fell on Lin Shan's shoulders, bringing him a wonderful sense of peace.

As the feathers fell into the silver ocean, they disappeared quietly, as if they had merged into this boundless silver fluid.

The silver ocean under Lin Shan's feet was the Sea of ​​Source.

Normal people could not come here. Those who could come here were all dead.

Lin Shan reached out and gently caught a feather.

The moment the feather touched Lin Shan, it suddenly turned into countless glittering particles and scattered lightly in the air.

"Source... Are these feathers the souls that have returned to the Sea of ​​Source..." Lin Shan muttered to himself.

Lin Shan stepped on the silver sea, squatted down, and wanted to scoop up a handful of source.

However, he soon discovered that this ocean was not liquid, but a flowing light, as if countless tiny silver light spots were dancing in the water, interweaving into a dazzling ocean.

From time to time, some strange light columns rose from the sea in the distance, and countless phantoms were hidden in the light columns.

Among those phantoms were people who had long died, most of them were ordinary people.

Lin Shan walked in to observe. In each beam of light, a naked soul was reflected. Without clothes to cover it, it looked particularly real and fragile.

These souls wandered in the beams of light, as if telling their unfulfilled wishes and unfinished regrets.

Their lips moved slightly, making silent cries.

"I shouldn't have given up that opportunity..."

"Please forgive me, I really tried my best..."

"My child, you have to be strong..."

Some souls closed their eyes, as if praying for peace, while others opened their eyes wide, full of endless sorrow and regret.

Their voices intertwined, like a silent elegy, telling of their pain and regret in their lifetime.

These souls had different appearances, some had peaceful faces, as if they had accepted their fate, and some looked distorted, as if they were tortured by invisible pain.

Their figures appeared and disappeared in the beams of light.

As more and more beams of light appeared, the intertwined chaotic sounds made Lin Shan's soul also have unstable frequencies.

He felt that his soul seemed to be trembling, as if it could fall apart at any time.

Lin Shan chose to run away, trying to escape the interference of these light pillars.

However, no matter where he appeared, there would always be light pillars rising around him, as if following him.

"Is this the soul trap mentioned in the parchment?" Lin Shan thought to himself.

He flew forward at full speed, turning into a stream of light that pierced the sky of the source sea.

The silver ocean below was rolled up by huge waves, which rolled behind him, making a roaring sound.

"Bang! Bang!" Lin Shan kept hearing crackling sounds, which were the sounds of the blue barrier constantly breaking.

From the moment he entered here, he sensed a pressure specifically targeting the soul. If he could not respond in time, even he might be crushed to pieces.

But he, who had unlimited power, could hold up defenses indefinitely. Lin Shan did not understand why the parchment said he could only stay for 13 hours.

Lin Shan moved forward all the way, looking for traces of the quill pen, but the guidance mentioned in the parchment never appeared.

Suddenly, Lin Shan felt a strong pulling force, as if an invisible hand was trying to pull him into the abyss.

He looked up suddenly and found a vortex on the sea in front of him. The center of the vortex flashed with a strange light, emitting a heart-pounding cold breath.

The edge of the vortex was filled with countless twisted souls, which were like imprisoned ghosts, wailing miserably.

Lin Shan casually typed a few divine texts, and the vortex on the sea was instantly suppressed.

Seeing that nothing unusual happened, Lin Shan continued to fly forward aimlessly.

Ten hours later.

He finally understood why it was 13 hours.

The barrier beside him crackled and exploded like firecrackers.

The suppression force of the rules will continue to increase.

At his speed, he has already flown for countless trillions of light years, but the guidance of the feather pen still has not appeared.

There are three chances in total, and this chance may be gone.

Lin Shan was thinking in his mind that he must find the parchment again after going out this time to ask clearly.

A stream of light flew at a high speed along the sea surface. Wherever it passed, there were no waves on both sides, only ripples on the sea surface.

Suddenly, the stream of light stopped suddenly.

Lin Shan looked forward with a solemn expression, and a figure came into his sight.

Unlike other souls wrapped in light pillars, this soul just sat on the surface of the source sea, which was particularly prominent.

This soul looked like an old man with a white beard, full of fairy spirit.

The long white beard hung down to his chest, his face was peaceful, and his eyes were slightly closed, as if he was meditating.

"Boy, where are you from?" The old man suddenly spoke, his voice low and powerful.

Lin Shan responded, "I came from the mortal world, looking for something here."

The old man opened his eyes slightly, his eyes were like torches.

He smiled faintly, with a hint of playfulness in his tone, "The Source Sea is not a place for ordinary people, what are you looking for here?"

Lin Shan pondered for a moment, and looked carefully at the old man with white beard. He should be a Sequence 1, very strong, but not a threat to him.

"I came here to find a feather pen."

The old man nodded, and seemed not surprised by Lin Shan's answer.

"You are determined. Whether you can find what you are looking for in this Source Sea depends not only on your speed, but also on your state of mind."

Lin Shan nodded slightly, and the parchment said something similar.

"So, any hints?" Lin Shan asked.

"Boy, do you know that as long as I kill you here, I can replace you and resurrect in the world of the living." The old man suddenly said.

Lin Shan's face was calm, "You can't beat me."

"Hahaha, you are confident, it is true, but the battle in this source sea is not about how strong you were in life." As he said that, the old man started to fight directly.

In an instant, the old man's figure turned into a stream of light and rushed straight to Lin Shan.

Lin Shan's expression was slightly condensed, and he slapped lightly, slapping the flying old man into a particle state, which was completely absorbed by the source sea.

"Maybe the source sea has its own way of fighting, but no matter where it is, breaking all laws with one force is applicable." Lin Shan said lightly.

Lin Shan said it deliberately for other souls to hear, he didn't want to waste time.

Souls that can preserve consciousness in the source sea are all considered strong. If they all attack together, Lin Shan will also feel troubled.

Seeing this, many souls similar to the old man around ran away.