The Monocle's Origins

Under Gu Yuena's Spiritual Power, the silver scale gave off a gentle luster. The fine patterns on its surface seemed to come alive, flowing slowly as it emitted a ripple that sought to establish a connection with whoever touched it.

Yet just as the reverse scale, drawn by Spiritual Power, was about to touch Nan Fusheng's skin and slowly merge into his body, an inexplicable resistance suddenly arose from within him without warning.

The resistance was invisible and intangible, yet exceptionally tenacious. Like an invisible net suddenly drawn tight, it stood firmly between the inverse scale and Nan Fusheng, instantly halting the scale's attempt to merge with him.

"Hm?" Gu Yuena's brows drew together slightly. A trace of surprise flashed through her eyes before being replaced by a sharp gleam. "Let's see what exactly is obstructing this from the shadows."

Before her words had even faded, the Spiritual Power around her surged violently. Carrying an unquestionable pressure, it probed into Nan Fusheng's body.

"Buzz—"

A faint hum that seemed to shake the soul rang out within Nan Fusheng. Then, in Gu Yuena's spiritual perception, two blurry phantoms abruptly appeared.

One was the outline of a Monocle. Its lens seemed veiled in a faint mist, concealing its exact patterns, yet it exuded an ancient and mysterious aura;

Beside the Monocle's phantom floated the phantom of an ancient key. Set into its handle was a pair of eyeballs that seemed forged from starlight.

"What the hell are these things?"

Doubt filled Gu Yuena's heart. She had never seen the phantom of that Monocle before. The aura it gave off was unfamiliar and strange, carrying a repulsive force that shut out all outside probing;

But she remembered the other key phantom with painful clarity—it was undoubtedly the thing Nahida had forcibly fed Nan