Too terrifying, too shocking.
Everywhere he looked, a wave of bleak loneliness that echoed endlessly appeared, shrouded in cloud and fog, glistening with a gray light. The ancient stone door seemed to come from the end of time, and with just a glance, it became a lingering shadow in the spiritual world, an indelible imprint for eternity.
Ye Hanjun licked his lips, his throat dry.
In his stupor, it felt as if a spark was lit inside his chest.
At first, it was a minor flicker, but it then expanded rapidly within a few breaths, quickly evolving into a roaring blaze.
How could this feeling... possibly exist?
Isn't it only the most powerful authorities, or B-level or above, who could possibly experience such a spectacle?
This is even more exaggerated, a grey sun that suppresses heaven and earth, an old stone door that shakes the universe… is it simply due to my manifesting it into the world?
Chaotic thoughts flooded his mind, impossible to control.
