Having said that, he brought his hands together as if in prayer, and from within the mask came an exceedingly strange chanting sound, like a roar, yet it also had a somewhat ethereal quality.
"Invert both the internal and external, the nature upside down!"
As his voice died away, Song Yin's body gave a jolt.
No, it wasn't his body, but the space itself that came to a halt, and relatively speaking, it seemed as if his body was fixed in place as well.
"Yin and Yang reversed, the cycle of life turned on its head, the black becomes white, the dead come to life! In this world, it's terrible to only ever be prey according to the rules, but if you flip it around, you're no longer afraid of becoming someone else's food! So..."
Ximen Kuan's hands, twisted like helixes, unfurled like blooming flowers, spreading out all at once. Though the full picture was unseen, he was obviously intoxicated.
"Sink into this inverted splendor, and feel the power of transcendence!"
