Wang Yue's consciousness drifted through chaos. At last, signs of waking emerged through the haze, but his head felt as heavy as if it had been filled with lead. Everything before his eyes was blurred, and he did not even have the strength to raise a hand.
In his vision, a crimson figure moved slowly. It was a tiny scarlet snake with four claws, its scales glinting with fine light. No thicker than a finger, it slithered close to the ground.
Strangely, no matter which direction the little snake went, Wang Yue's perspective seemed tugged along by an invisible thread, fixed upon it at all times. It was as though his consciousness had taken up residence inside the snake.
"What am I doing? Where is this?"
Wang Yue's heart was full of questions. His head grew increasingly dizzy, and his consciousness sank back into a daze.
When he opened his eyes again, the little snake was weaving through the grass with a freshly caught insect in its mouth, chewing it bit by bit.
It still seemed weak. It could only prey on mosquitoes, insects, and ants. Whenever the roar of a beast sounded in the distance, it would be so frightened that it immediately burrowed into the soft earth and curled into a ball, only daring to poke its head out once the scent of danger had faded.
Time flew like running water, while Wang Yue's consciousness repeatedly shifted between clarity and blur.
By the time he could clearly sense the outside world again, the little snake no longer looked as it once had.
Two fleshy protrusions had swollen from either side of its head. Its body had surged to dozens of zhang in length, and its scales had become thick and hard. Its scarlet color burned like flame. When