That ancient, terrifying eye was boundlessly vast.
The bloodshot veins within it all took the shape of Taotie Patterns. All the Taotie Patterns converged together, like ancient laws flowing into a sea, forming a Taotie source that contained endless mysteries.
Mo Hua met that eye's gaze only once, and his mind and spirit were completely seized.
His soul was being drawn out of his Sea of Consciousness, flowing toward that eye.
At the same time, the Taotie Patterns inside his body began to writhe, as if summoned by some existence to return to their source. The originally blue Taotie Patterns began to glow blood-red, seemingly using Mo Hua's bones as nourishment as they hatched into life.
Mo Hua, too, felt as though he was being "assimilated."
He clearly found it unfamiliar, felt an indescribable terror, yet within his heart arose a sense of surrender, as though he had returned to some kind of "origin."
Even Mo Hua's physical body was drawn by the fissure, falling downward bit by bit.
Falling into the boundless Abyss.
Falling into the ancient eye.
Falling into the source of Taotie's laws.
A hoarse, strange, chaotic voice—like the mingled voices of countless people, countless demon beasts, countless demonic beasts, and even countless unknown creatures—rang beside Mo Hua's ears and seeped into his mind.
The voice sounded bizarre.
It was like the voice of an ancient Taotie.
Mo Hua was human and should not have been able to understand it, yet at this moment, he seemed to hear its meaning within Taotie's ancient murmur. The voice seemed to be saying:
"My... child..."
"Come back, my child..."
The moment he understood those words, it was equivalent to being deeply assimilated.
Mo Hua's consciousness began to sink into murkiness, his instincts began to submit, as though he were casting