Violet-blue candlelight illuminated the entire world.
"So this is Huaixu in its primordial state?"
An Jing hovered quietly beneath the heavens of the Zhaolin Realm. He did not hasten to descend, nor did he immediately set off to explore this world. Instead, he deliberately remained suspended in midair, surveying the heaven and earth around him.
He could not help but sigh from the bottom of his heart. "How... beautiful."
To mortal eyes, the Zhaolin Realm appeared to be merely a world with extremely saturated colors, differing from the Huaixu Realm by nothing more than a filter.
But from his perspective, everything was utterly different.
Because in the Zhaolin Realm, everything was not only primordial—it also lacked "demonic qi."
In other words, the laws of this world were not only simple and clear, but free of "mosaic," free of the obstructing "clouds, mist, and holy light."
This was a concept that ordinary martial artists simply could not comprehend.
How should one put it?
As martial artists advanced in cultivation, their eyes could perceive more things—more light and colors, more details and scope. And as their "eyesight" improved, many things in the world that had once seemed utterly mundane would gain entirely new meaning.
Most ordinary people could see only a world composed of the three primary colors, while martial artists could generally see four colors or even more: a fuller world, one with richer hues.
And thus, martial artists could understand the truth of the world more deeply.
Ordinary people could only see ants on the ground and bees in the air, thinking them to be moving and flying about at random. Yet a martial artist's memory and comprehension could grasp, from a broad perspective, the patterns governing an ant colony's actions, understand the logic and associated algorithms behind a bee's