Thunder tore the heavens apart, lightning danced wildly like silver snakes, and the gale swept torrential rain past Wang Xian's ears.
His Divine Sea was a chaotic mess, fragments of memory intertwining and colliding with his perception of reality.
In his dazed stupor, he could not even tell who he was—the youth who had walked out of the Kunlun Mountains, or the vessel eroded by the Demon Eye?
A sharp pain welled up in his heart. It seemed to transform into a blizzard that swept past his entire body before drifting toward an unknown, bloodstained starry sky.
In the unseen depths, something was being extracted, while something else was being forcibly stuffed inside.
A human voice came from the void, unfamiliar and anxious. "You don't seem quite right. Who exactly are you? Why did you come here?"
Yet to Wang Xian's ears, that voice twisted into another question: "Where is that Demon Eye? Where did it go?"
Wang Xian shook his head. His cracked lips parted, but he could not make a sound.
Relying only on his remaining consciousness, he tore off a corner of his already tattered clothes, fumbled around, and covered his eyes with it.
The instant the strip of cloth was tied tight, the world fell into absolute darkness.
But it also brought a strange sense of security—at least he no longer had to face the possible lingering scrutiny of that eye.
He silently sensed the flow of the wind around him.
An unfamiliar figure moved about ten zhang away, inspecting him. After a moment, the figure exclaimed in astonishment, "How did you get so badly injured?"
At those words, an unnamed fury surged in Wang Xian's heart.
He gave a cold laugh. "What a stupid question! Facing that terrifying eye, did you think you could come