On the ground, Yin Kuang and Lu Xialeng stared wide-eyed at the scene unfolding in the sky.
Yin Kuang had to admit that he was nervous. He felt as though he had returned to his childhood, waiting to get a vaccination. He knew full well that injections were terrifying, yet he still had to wait until it was his turn. The difference now, perhaps, was that an injection put something into his body, whereas what came next would draw something out of it.
Yin Kuang was not the only one feeling tense; Lu Xialeng beside him was as well. Her situation was the exact opposite of Yin Kuang's—something would be injected into her body, much like a shot. Though Lu Xialeng did not fear death, she still hoped to survive. Only by staying alive could she hope to resurrect her parents and enjoy the warmth of a family once more. So she worried whether her body could endure it.
As for Kong Ming, tears poured from her eyes like floodwaters through a broken dam, endlessly streaming down.
There was no need to elaborate on the feelings of the others—Lord Hou, Yao Chenxing, and Red Leaf, Bai Lu, and the rest in the library.
Finally, after what felt like an agonizingly long wait, the dark-red vortex "funnel" connected with the milky-white pillar of light!
Chong Ming stood directly between the two colors, caught between the dark-red "funnel" and the pillar of light.
The instant they made contact, Yin Kuang clearly saw disorder arise among the nine three-legged golden crows circling the "sun" counterclockwise. The rhythm of their wingbeats was disrupted, and their cries carried pain. Two of the golden crows even broke from formation and were flung away. At the same time, the round "sun" was squeezed into the shape of