From his bird's-eye view, he saw the "awl" plunged upside down into Old Yu Street. It was as though it had pierced the skin and stabbed into flesh and bone, its entire body covered in connected Red Patterns like blood splashed across the sky.
In Ji Li's eyes, that blood grew increasingly scarlet. Its original breathing rhythm ceased along with his own halted breath, no longer flashing at a steady pace but becoming ever more glaring.
They seemed to become a rising sun, growing brighter and brighter until they would bake all of Old Yu Street dry and blind Ji Li.
At the same time, Ji Li gripped Dream Ghost's head tightly while the Stage Sword slowly rose. Though his eyes remained shut, the vast red ocean still appeared in his mind.
Those colors and scenes seemed branded into his heart. Whether his eyes were open or closed, he could no longer turn a blind eye to them.
At that very moment, Ji Li's hair showed the first signs of growth...
Though he had yet to open his eyes and could not see the color of his pupils, half of that gray was clearly consuming the other half of black.
Another piece of information had now been added to the ledger.
What triggered the revival of the Gray Soul was precisely these Red Patterns, even if the ones he saw were merely false patterns dreamed up by Dream Ghost...
Generally speaking, anything capable of causing the Gray Soul to revive on its own possessed a strong Heavenly Sea attribute.
Either it was a ghost independent of Heavenly Sea but excessively powerful;
Or it was a ghost somehow connected to Heavenly Sea itself.
So which of the two did the true Red Patterns belong to?
Ji Li had no room to