Wang Xuan charged in, vanishing into someone's eyeball? Many people stared blankly in astonishment.
Zhu Hai's short cyan hair stood erect, each strand crystalline. His right eye was frighteningly silver-white, ripples spreading outward layer upon layer.
"He... entered his eye? Those are Imperial Daoized textures. This is extremely dangerous." Chong, a core Heavenly-level member of the Black Peacock Clan, looked grave.
The wolverine said, "It's fine. Where can the Five Elements Mountain Second Great King not go? Up to the nine heavens, down to the underworld, beyond the sky, watching the Sea of Mortal World drift by—what's one big eyeball? Quick look, Zhu Hai's eye is smoking!"
Everyone from the Candle Dragon Clan glared furiously. What were they making such a fuss for?
The people nearby all cast sidelong glances, feeling that none of Five Elements Mountain's demon kings were easy to deal with.
Black mist really was pouring from Zhu Hai's right eye. Rolling demon qi surged wildly, even billowing into the heavens and covering a vast area. Without question, Kong Xuan had caused it.
The man had gone inside and was still making such a huge commotion, with black smoke rolling everywhere. He was doing it on purpose, wasn't he?
Wang Xuan strode inside. This was a silver-white world, filled everywhere with light. Everything he saw was incomparably sacred—and trying to assimilate him.
"Hmm?" Dao resonance surfaced in his eyes as he stared at this world. It actually wanted to melt and purify him. Some of his hair had already dissolved.
Even the corners of his eyes, the tips of his brows, and his fingertips were bleeding, as if he were about to be broken down, merge into this world, and return to the source.
"An Imperial Dao World that wants to digest and absorb me?" His expression