He Ao's gaze passed over the blurry figure and fell on the ruins behind him.
The scenes of those ruins differed from the other "buildings" He Ao had seen before. They were not so clear, but shrouded in haziness.
Like ruins reflected in water, when He Ao cast his gaze toward them, he could even sense ripples rising through the phantoms, as though they might collapse at any moment.
Faintly, He Ao could indeed hear indistinct whispers within those phantoms, whispers that seemed capable of piercing the soul.
Although the whispers were extremely faint, the power they contained seemed far beyond the original contamination within this realm of light and shadow.
An ordinary B-rank would likely lose control the instant they sensed those whispers.
Did those whispers come from some higher existence?
Did those "ruins" involve some higher existence, their intense mystical connection making it impossible for them to exist clearly even within "memories"?
He Ao tried to "listen" to the whispers, attempting to determine whether they came from one of his old friends.
But the whispers themselves seemed unstable as well. Their voices were too faint for him to make out any distinct aura.
He Ao vaguely found them familiar, yet he could not identify their exact source.
In the end, he temporarily withdrew his thoughts and looked toward the blurry figure sitting in the chair with the ruins behind him.
He Ao could still "see" the blurry figure's "divine bearing." He could sense that the figure seemed very "old" now.
This appeared to be many, many years after the previous scene.
The figure had become an angel and gained eternal life. He had experienced, perhaps even helped create, the prosperity of the ruin civilization, living all the way until the moment it was destroyed.
He Ao slowly stepped