Within each gleaming orb, the thing resembling a human brain kept expanding. Their positions were not relatively fixed, but shifted at high speed, any two of them able to instantly swap places.
It was precisely these exchanges that allowed Qiu Yan to catch entirely different information and auras from them.
"What kind of method is this? It seems that as these glowing brains change position and arrangement, they form completely different arrangements of artistic conception..."
The thought lingered in his heart, but Qiu Yan had no time to savor it carefully. Once these clusters of radiant brains appeared, the entire space underwent an earth-shattering change, as though day and night had been reversed and Yin-Yang inverted. The space and spiritual level, originally only tainted by molten iron, now began revolving around the countless brains.
As for the many Mechanical Puppets, they shifted one after another, constantly drawing closer. They were not affected by the space, instead occupying separate regions while faintly revealing connections between themselves, as though forming some sort of formation.
With this turn, the positions of all directions ceased to exist. East, south, west, north, above, below, left, and right all lost their meaning. Even Candle Dragon's enormous body was drawn inside, producing crackling sounds as though it were being twisted, the bones within its body grinding and shifting.
A string of startled cries and screams also rang out, reaching Qiu Yan's ears. He knew they were not Candle Dragon's cries, but the painful howls of the Scale-Armored Tribe living upon that colossal body as they were swept inside.
Yet the long-whiskered man who had leapt from one of Candle Dragon's horns paid them no heed. With a howl, he exhaled wind, containing Yin-Yang, ice, and fire, as though summer and winter had descended at once. Once it