He Ao watched the blurry figures.
These figures resembled, but were not entirely like, the crowded masses piled together that he had seen outside before.
If those cheering crowds were stick figures sketched with a few strokes, then the people here clearly had far more "strokes" making them up.
Well, perhaps not that many more.
He Ao studied those figures closely. The strokes forming their bodies had only increased by a few, but those few strokes had outlined a distinct spirit.
So much so that, amid this hazy light and shadow, they no longer looked like blurry paintings to He Ao, but more like some kind of "living people."
He Ao had vaguely begun to realize what the scenes within this light and shadow were.
They were "memories."
The memories of the owner of this patch of light and shadow.
These were all scenes that had existed in the past.
As he slowly moved forward, He Ao reached the figure drinking the potion and glanced at him.
The figure's appearance was blurred, with no facial features visible. He Ao could only vaguely tell that this was the same figure who had walked toward the raised platform in the previous scene.
Unlike the surrounding figures, whose outlines carried a distinct spirit, this blurry figure was roughly human-shaped, yet He Ao could not sense any spirit that resembled a "person" from him.
It was as though, if this figure suddenly mutated into some kind of monster at any moment, no one would find it strange.
Pulling his gaze away from the blurry figure, He Ao turned to look at the several figures standing nearby.
Talent Sequence 240: King.
It sounded like an Angel-level Talent Sequence.
The blurry figure was "ascending" to Angel, and the surrounding "people" were probably not merely there to