The faint gold in Qin Fen's eyes was now swallowed by pitch black. The glowing mark on his forehead flashed, and he sank into a strange realm.
Everything seemed to have changed. A layer of black mist veiled Big Chef's eyes. Like flowers glimpsed through fog or the moon reflected in water, everything seemed less than real. The person on the ground was still trembling.
The doctor suddenly shouted, "Inject adrenaline!" The nurse immediately began preparing it.
Those words made Big Chef's heart sink. This was a drastic drug, used only in the most critical emergencies. Was someone about to die?
He abruptly turned toward the electric scooter rider. Black shadows filled his vision, and shouts and screams seemed to echo in his ears. A strange black shadow drifted out of the man's body.
A soul? Big Chef's eyes widened as he stared fixedly at it. This was no soul. Something stirred in his mind; it seemed subtly different. The black shadow became a strange signal, like dispersing energy, and began radiating outward.
What was this? An extraordinary sight appeared before Qin Fen's eyes. A flame was burning, like a match constantly consuming itself. Energy began escaping, and vast quantities of complex signals spread outward like radio waves.
As Qin Fen received those waves, his heart jolted. "Was this trying to connect to a network?" he muttered. If those signals were trying to establish a connection, what were they calling out to?
A strange answer surfaced in Qin Fen's mind: the Six Paths of Reincarnation!
That's right. That's exactly it. But with immortal-mortal separation in effect, how could he connect? As soon as that answer emerged, Qin Fen saw the truth. The signals received no response. The flame kept shrinking, about to burn out.
This meant the end of a