Once I entered a state of cultivation, time seemed to accelerate and fly by. At first, I could not see my hand before my face, but gradually, the ground below brightened, as though only the blink of an eye had passed.
I looked left and right. Inside the cage-like prison, countless men and women were bound together, stretching as far as the eye could see.
The living beings of the myriad races all looked different. Some had horns, some had wings growing from their backs, some had an extra eyeball, and some were covered entirely in fur or bristling with spines.
Noticing my scrutinizing gaze, one of the women gave a cold snort and snapped, "If you keep staring, I'll gouge out those purple eyeballs of yours once we get down there!"
A grim smile spread across my lips. I continued scanning the surrounding members of the myriad races without the slightest concern, angering the winged woman into spitting at me.
In the distance, there were also several men and women with purple eyes like mine, even their hair tinged faintly purple. They were all prodigies of the Purple-Eyed Clan.
I soon noticed something strange, though. Even among members of the same clan, the shades of their hair and eyes varied.
A few dark-haired men and women meditating in the farthest corner, their eyes still closed, seemed to be top-tier prodigies of the Purple-Eyed Clan. Their hair was vastly different from that of ordinary members of the clan.
"Big Brother, are you all right? Your hair..."
A young girl not much older than me asked in a small voice.
"I'm fine." I looked at the hair over my shoulder. Its color was actually a bizarre mottled purple.
The girl had left the deepest impression on me because she was my