As An Qingyu's words fell, the remaining blood of the Twelve Divine Beasts on the surface of the Gate of Truth immediately seeped into the inside of the gate and vanished without a trace.
The next moment, countless tentacles flowing with starlight extended from the cracks of the Gate of Truth.
No one knew what these tentacles were made of. They were like condensed fragments of the boundless cosmos, vast and magnificent. They passed through the dense fog filling the sky and slowly reached toward An Qingyu beneath the gate.
An Qingyu simply stood there in silence, showing no intention of dodging as the starlit tentacles wrapped around him.
The tentacles circled him as endless whispers filled heaven and earth. One of the smallest starlit tentacles slowly swept downward from the top of An Qingyu's head...
It first paused between An Qingyu's brows, then moved before those gray eyes. The sharp tip pressed against the surface of his eyeball; with the slightest further advance, it could have gouged those eyes out by force.
The gray eyes clearly reflected the tentacle's shadow. Not a trace of fear appeared in them. An Qingyu stood as motionless as a stone statue.
But after hesitating for a moment, the tentacle did not gouge out his eyes and instead continued downward...
His ears, nose, mouth, throat...
Whether because it found the price insufficient or for some other reason, the tentacle made a circuit around An Qingyu before returning to the center of his brow.
With a light tap against his brow, the tip of the tentacle hooked out an ethereal soul.
The instant that soul appeared, the other tentacles immediately coiled around it. An Qingyu's body trembled violently, and his face turned deathly pale.
"The price is... 'emotion'?"
At last, an emotional fluctuation appeared on