Days passed one by one. The Hundred-Meter Tower steadily headed south along the Jade Belt River. The mountains on either side gradually gave way to low, rolling hills, and vast stretches of rice paddies came into view from time to time.
At the top of the Tower Ship, in Xu Zhou's room, Chen Mu slowly opened his eyes from his seat in a round-backed chair.
A small, fair hand reached out from beside him, holding a lotus seed in its palm.
Chen Mu turned his head and saw a delicate, doll-like child standing on the round-backed chair opposite the square tea table. He held up the lotus seed while tilting his head and staring at Chen Mu.
"Thank you, little brother Xu Chang." Chen Mu cheerfully accepted the lotus seed and infused it with a cold, yin force.
Soft hissing sounded within the lotus seed. It immediately turned icy beneath his fingertips as the power of the Crimson-Eyed Ghost Mark seeped into it.
He gave it only a glance before turning his attention to a complex structural pattern in his mind.
It was woven from countless silver threads, tangled like clouds and mist. At a glance, it resembled an eye.
At that moment, great numbers of silver threads were slowly fading away, as though being erased by an eraser.
Over the past ten-odd days, he had experienced this countless times.
The complex pattern was the Crimson-Eyed Ghost Mark True Intent Diagram. Whenever he successfully triggered the Crimson-Eyed Ghost Mark, the diagram appeared in his mind. But once the mark's power was released, the memories related to the diagram faded away.
Fortunately, some fragments always remained. Moreover, as he connected to the Crimson-Eyed Ghost Mark more often, more fragments were retained, allowing him to remember an increasingly complete version of the