Viya's laughter was strange, nothing like teaching a man to fish; it was more like leading a good person down an evil path.
Li Ziran did not move. He was being drawn along by this strange sensation.
There was nothing else in his eye sockets now, only a pure eyeball. The nerves and blood vessels behind it tugged at that lonely eyeball like kite strings.
Plop!
The eyeball dropped from its socket like a marble. Li Ziran suddenly felt that everything in the world had changed, as though all things had completely vanished.
Only a pure, simple sphere remained. Everything seemed far too plain—bare and lifeless, without the slightest spark of vitality.
If there were mountains...
Before the thought could fully form, his nerves inexplicably began drawing energy from his body. A strange habitat and spiritual power flowed into the eyeball, and a mountain range stretching across half the sphere appeared on its surface.
Li Ziran subconsciously touched his left kidney.
It was gone.
This feeling was so familiar. It was somewhat like the Shadow Ghost; whenever it read his memories, it would take away his internal organs. But now, it was happening inside the eyeball.
Only, this was no longer memory reading. It was shaping a mountain range.
If mountains can be shaped, then living beings...
As the thought flowed, he suddenly felt a scorching heat coming from his entire body—no, more precisely, from within his blood vessels.
The two blood channels spread throughout his body seemed to have been set ablaze like oil, thumping and pulsing.
Li Ziran opened his eyes. There was not a single spark on his body, yet that burning sensation could not have been more real. Bit by bit, strange energy carrying the stench of char entered his eyeball.
Pop!
It was a tiny