He Ao felt his soul had entered an exceedingly warm and comfortable realm, surrounded by countless graceful figures.
They crawled at his feet, teasing his nerves.
Exciting substances continuously secreted in He Ao's mind, stimulating his desires and leading him to a vacuous state of bliss.
All consciousness and thought in his brain were pushed back by this distorted ecstasy, and his soul and flesh immersed in this intersection of eternity and the moment's pleasure.
"All in the world is but vanity, the eternal universe succumbs to joy."
One by one, illusory figures appeared around him, singing with lifeless eyes, like the walking dead.
A vast and terrifying gaze traveled through time and space toward He Ao, that gaze resting upon him.
An enlightenment rose in He Ao's mind:
'God' wanted to choose him as the favored one.
Oh.
