Behind the Fingerprint

The invisible distortion around him seemed to thin like dissipating smoke, revealing a few traces of his true appearance.

He wore a great gray robe, with a sallow face, bluish beard, slanting brows, protruding brow bones, and deeply sunken eye sockets. Two points of ghostly light flickered within those hollow sockets, like two balls of corpse-fire in a lonely grave at night.

The gray robe upon him was no ordinary thing either. It seemed to have been sewn from strange hides; any skin worthy of being draped over him must naturally have an extraordinary origin.

His great sleeves fluttered, and the withered, pale claws faintly exposed at his mouth were covered in bizarre pale eyes. Perhaps beneath that gray hide robe, his skin was densely packed with the same eerie eyes.

His left hand seemed to hold the phantom of countless bronze chains, appearing and vanishing. Their shadows stretched into the distance, disappearing at the end of Black Mountain's chaos.

Among mortals, there was a saying: the face was born from the heart.

In truth, was it not the same for all living beings? Wei Zu Heaven's sinister and vicious appearance made it obvious at a glance that he was a being of utmost malice, solitude, and cold indifference.

This was Li Qingyun's first time getting a somewhat clear look at Wei Zu Heaven's appearance. Yet after one glance, he still could not stare for long, only feeling that terrifyingly dangerous and sinister aura was about to invade his body through his gaze.

He shifted his eyes away and, at the same time, moved his body sideways a thousand zhang.

In the past, merely seeing that blurry figure from afar would have been enough to make him unable to endure it, reducing him to ashes.

Now that he was in