The arrival of the Seven-Colored Crystal Ball lent splendor to the entire basement. Brilliant colors flowed all around, dreamlike and illusory, seemingly real yet seemingly false, until truth and illusion became impossible to distinguish.
Tang San stood before the Seven-Colored Crystal Ball, staring at the extraordinarily familiar face that had appeared on the other side. He froze as though struck by lightning, rooted to the spot like a wooden chicken. His head buzzed incessantly, leaving him dazed and bewildered.
Everything before him truly seemed like a joke the heavens had played on him!
The gentle halo was like a mother's hand, softly stroking the delicate skin of the clouds and mist. The illusory space possessed an unusually compelling sense of substance. Somewhere not far away, a towering palace seemed to loom faintly, both illusory and real beneath the caress of that gentle radiance.
A figure stood silently amid the clouds and mist, gazing into the endless distance. There was no telling what he was looking at.
His long, aqua-blue hair cascaded like a waterfall all the way to his feet. Were it not for his imposing stature and broad shoulders, anyone looking at him from behind might have mistaken him for a woman.
Ripples of water seemed to shimmer across his luxurious blue robe. Anyone who looked closely would instantly find their gaze drawn into that profound azure, and even their entire soul might be sucked into its boundless, ocean-deep blue.
His handsome face looked no older than twenty-something, yet his eyes held unfathomable depths. His gaze seemed empty, yet also seemed to encompass all things. An occasional flash of purple was even more soul-stirring, carrying a sense of fleeting splendor followed by the instantaneous extinction of life and death.
Tang San could never mistake the man before him, because