His pitch-black pupils were like unfathomably deep pools of water. Gan Ruoxu felt like he was being sucked into those pools, drowning in the suffocating darkness. The only thing he could see were tiny specks of light flickering from far away.
This was an actual universe, but Gan Ruoxu felt like it belonged to his spiritual world. All of his thoughts and consciousness were being buried in the darkness, separated from each other, difficult to perceive.
At that moment, he noticed that a seed was emerging from the darkness, exactly the same as the one that had appeared in his mind. The seed continued to change its appearance at a gradual pace, turning into a priest who seemed like he could accommodate everything in the universe within his comparatively microscopic torso. Everything about him, be it his appearance, aura, breath, or senses, were identical to the green-robed priest, one of the Three Pristines of the Jade Palace.
