After a slight dizziness, with a pull of suction, what appeared before Lin Feng's eyes was a mysterious world.
This world had no sun, moon, or stars, no sky or earth, not even flowers or grass.
Everything was a kaleidoscope of colors, and the sensation underfoot was akin to stepping on a rubber track full of elasticity.
Lin Feng stood in place, looking around, as if surrounded by a bubble of colors, except this bubble was immensely large, its boundaries unseen.
The world before his eyes was extraordinarily vivid and dreamlike, yet somewhat oppressive, giving off a feeling of lifelessness.
"So this is the Demon Spirit Realm!"
Lin Feng's eyes glimmered slightly. This was his first time entering the Demon Spirit Realm.
This kind of privilege for absolute geniuses was something he had never possessed in his past life.
Without the talent to become a Demon Spirit Master, such treatment was not just impossible to enjoy, it was impossible to even encounter.
