Thousands of payers surrounded him, with voices of pleading for help, crying of despair.
If the earlier praying voices were neat and steadfast, then they must feel like in destruction and despair now.
"Where am I now?"
The changes in external force slowly awakened Lin Sheng's original consciousness. If he were to continue to stay in the surround sound of brainwashing voices, he would sooner or later become a monster of willpower that served only the divine instinct.
He was only an ordinary human with ordinary consciousness. He had never experienced a real mental trial. Perhaps the brutal fighting in the dreams was part of it, but it was no way nowhere near the level for him to sustain divine conception.
"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!"
A familiar voice was ringing in his ears. But there were too many voices. This voice was just one of them, too indistinct that the prayers had drowned it out.