The Usurper (Big Chapter Seeking Monthly Ticket)

He Ao turned around and looked at the glass cabinet door he had opened. Reflected on the faintly translucent door was a blurry "painting."

The old man in the painting was kneeling on the ground, bathed in even light.

This "painting" did not change when He Ao's perspective shifted from the front to the back. What he saw had always been the "front" of the painting—or rather, the reflection of the painting projected into his mind.

As He Ao watched, twisted, bizarre hymns gradually echoed through his mind. From an infinitely lofty place, a Great Existence seemed to be casting its gaze across endless time and space.

Two streaks of Blood Tears seeped from the corners of He Ao's eyes. Then his pale skin began to fill with an eerie flush, followed by threadlike streams of blood seeping from beneath his skin and gradually covering his entire body.

Endless contamination raged through his body, yet his gaze never left that "painting" for even a moment.

Under his gaze, the painting "imprinted" upon the glass cabinet rapidly faded, growing lighter and dimmer until it vanished completely.

In the end, the painting disappeared entirely from the glass cabinet, and the contamination surrounding He Ao finally began to subside.

He Ao looked around.

The twisted patterns that had gathered around the glass cabinet had vanished at some point, returning everything to calm.

What had been on the glass cabinet was not a real "painting," but merely a simple "reflection" left on the cabinet by the painting that had originally been stored inside.

As the cabinet door opened and He Ao looked upon this "reflection," its structure of existence changed, and it dissipated along with it.

He Ao stared at the empty cabinet in brief silence. At that moment, the entire library had fallen