Long Qi really wanted to reach out and grab it. This wasn't the first time he'd had such an impulse, but in the end, he didn't do it. He could only watch the hair that had once belonged to him drift lazily downward, seeming as though it would float into the Dark Seclusion beneath the White Bone Bridge.
It wouldn't be so bad to just throw it away...
While Long Qi was letting his imagination run wild, a fine rustling reached his ears. At first, it sounded like rats gnawing, but when he found the source, he saw that along the side of the White Bone Bridge, structures of interwoven, twisted white bones were continuously "growing" from the narrow edge of the bridge.
"Damn!" Long Qi cursed aloud again without thinking.
Ronan's gaze shifted toward him, and he could only reply with an awkward laugh. "I mean, this is a unique aesthetic..."
"The available materials on the Material Layer directly determine a work's structure."
Ronan explained casually. By then, the rapidly "growing" bone structure had largely taken shape, catching the falling flaxen hair at just the right moment.
What caught the hair was a slightly concave platform pieced together from deformed white bones. Long and narrow as a whole, it looked at first glance like a lonely railing mounted at the edge of the bridge, or perhaps a long arm stripped of all flesh, with every finger severed from the palm at its upper end.
To Long Qi, the shape looked exactly like a deliberately constructed "altar"—the floating hair above it was the sacrifice. Maybe the next step would be to burn it as an offering to heaven?
There was no more flesh and blood available for rapid conversion now.
Half a second later, Long Qi's wild imaginings were completely