Before his eyes, there was nothing but chaos—a black void everywhere, with fearsome, dark clouds tumbling tumultuously and terrible, purple lightning descending from the sky.
Yang Zhen stared blankly as the Genjin True Pattern and the Desolate Heavenly True Pattern, the two brothers, came back to life. Between their earth-shaking roars and their struggle against the purple heavenly thunder, he felt somewhat unable to keep up.
Yang Zhen had never entered such a state before, and although he didn't know what had happened, his heart mostly pointed in one direction—that this place was probably not just any place, but very likely somewhere inside his own body.
The Desolate Heavenly True Pattern and the Genjin True Pattern had always been inside his body, including the Heavenly Que Pattern…
