As the entrance to the Firmament Tower opened for Huan Yi, smiling ghost faces flickered at the gate, vanishing almost instantly. Huan Yi stepped into the hall, entering a blood-colored floor where the smell of blood, flesh and bones pervaded the atmosphere. The moment the Primordial Evil walked into the tower, the door closed behind him, preventing Taotie from noticing his body grow transparent once again. Dark veins spread across Huan Yi's body beating with a life of their own.
But the Primordial Evil didn't seem bothered, and with a finger snap, suppressed the dark veins and transparent state. Still, his skin paled somewhat, an abnormal event.
"The Truth-Carving Hand…the Power of Creation. To think that such a marvel was hiding under my nose, and I didn't notice it till now. Rules are a terrible thing. Yuanqi…you more than anyone should want that boy's death. But because of your enslavement to your own rules, you can't even notice his existence.
