Some Weave Death, Some Weave Life, Some Weave Good and Evil

At the end of the gray mist, Chen Hong only felt as though he had passed through a barrier like a curtain of water. Then, a faint sigh that seemed to come from ancient times sounded by his ear.

At the same time, the world before Chen Hong completely changed color.

When he looked up at the sky, he saw a gray, pallid expanse. A gray dead eye without a pupil had become a dead moon, while countless deathly souls drifted soundlessly through the air. When he looked down at the earth, bones covered the ground, skeletons formed mountains and rivers, and black blood flowed as rivers.

Waves of savage deathly aura and twilight aura instantly filled every one of Chen Hong's senses!

"Hmm? That's not right." Chen Hong looked at the world of death before him and frowned slightly. He closed his right eye a little, and every lotus within it withered away. When he opened it again, his right eye had become a deep black pupil, and the world within it had completely changed.

A sun radiating warm light hung in the sky. Countless dragon souls resembling colorful clouds drifted freely through the heavens. The earth was covered in lush green mountains, the rivers ran clear, and innumerable colorful dragon souls frolicked and played amid the mountain valleys in sheer delight.

"A world of death? This doesn't look like a world of death." His field of vision had split in two. On the left were bones scattered everywhere and wandering dead souls; on the right were beautiful mountains and clear waters, with colorful clouds flowing in radiant streams.

"Have you ever died? In your eyes, what should a world of death look like? A painful, dark purgatory? Or fairy-tale sunshine?" The aged and hollow voice sounded once more,