The corpse stood one meter ninety-nine tall, its bulging muscles like slabs of steel, and it gave off a faint white glow.
When Owl saw the corpse, his first impression was of antiquity; his second was of freshness. Then he sensed that it had been dead for a long time, yet another glance gave him the feeling that it was actually still alive.
It was far too contradictory, far too fragmented.
Owl even felt that if he kept looking, his soul would be torn apart by that sense of contradiction.
The problem was that, in his soul state, he could not close his eyes at all. His soul was still falling, drawing ever closer to the corpse. He could even see the corners of its mouth gradually lifting, as if it had moved.
His heartbeat quickened, and the contradiction grew stronger. Though he was in soul form, he felt a chill run down his back.
Suddenly, the corpse opened its eyes.
They were a pair of contradictory eyes. The left eye contained boundless madness and killing intent, while the right held compassion and goodwill.
At that moment, Owl felt as though his soul was about to dissipate. He had never imagined he would die like this. He could not struggle, nor could he leave behind any last words.
Yet just as his soul was about to scatter into smoke and ashes, the corpse raised its right hand and lightly flicked his forehead. His soul let out a scream, then, as if Time Reversal had begun, it rose as quickly as it had fallen. Amid the spinning sky and whirling earth, his soul pierced through countless worlds and returned to his body in the blink of an eye.
The moment he opened his eyes, he saw the enormous monster Mu Lun