Who was that?
That overwhelming might, that feeling—could it be an Other Shore Being who had not joined the battle?
Meng Qi was shaken to the core. Those eyes gave him an eerie sense of déjà vu, as though it came not from the eyes themselves but from the atmosphere surrounding them.
Which great figure was that, watching so coldly from the sidelines? They gave off the air of a hidden hand manipulating everything from behind the scenes!
Suddenly, as if sensing Meng Qi's gaze, the indifferent eyes formed by those irregular vortexes shifted ever so slightly, as though looking back at him.
With just a glance, Meng Qi's heart pounded wildly. He felt each thought and idea in his mind suddenly gain sentience and split off on its own. In an instant, it was as if thousands, tens of thousands, even millions of different "Meng Qis" had appeared in his mind, packed shoulder to shoulder, all talking over one another, none willing to yield. Chaos reigned.
His skull was about to burst. Neither Wuji nor his Origin Heart could keep things under control. Grasping at the last shred of clarity, Meng Qi prepared to interrupt the Seven Kill Stele, return to the future, and escape this scene—and those indifferent eyes.
Just one glance, without even the slightest intent to attack, had been more than he could bear. Fortunately, he had already witnessed the process of the All Heavens collapsing and committed most of Dinghai Pearl's causal connections to memory. He had achieved his goal.
Just then, Meng Qi felt his mind and body lighten. Wuji enveloped all things, his Origin Heart subdued them, and every thought and idea dissolved into the sea of his heart. Everything returned to normal.
"What's going on?" His intention to interrupt the Seven Kill