Zhu Yiyang stood frozen, overwhelmed by an indescribable, crazed terror that welled up in his heart, reminiscent of an animal encountering its natural predator and nemesis.
A five to six hundred meter long finger slowly prodded forward, coming to rest upon Zhu Yiyang's body, making him feel icy and rigid, as he suddenly lost the power to move.
"Still... lacking... a little... not yet... matured... hurry... mature..."
Suddenly, from beyond the void, through untold spans of time and the universe, a faint, intermittent voice drifted over. With that voice, the five to six hundred meter long finger pressed down upon Zhu Yiyang.
