When Lu Mingfei saw Amon, he instinctively lowered his head to look at his chest. There was no wound, no bloodstain, as though that ancient bronze sword had never pierced his body. Puzzled, he asked, "Senior Brother, what exactly is going on?"
There was no anger, no resentment, only confusion. Because he vaguely felt that Senior Brother He did not seem to harbor any killing intent toward him.
That sword strike had not been an ending, but a key, merely meant to bring him here.
This feeling of being forced into something was nothing new to him.
Whenever he hesitated, Senior Brother He often used forceful methods to make him decide—like when he had first entered Kassel and accepted that hellish training program.
Recalling the fleeting images he had seen before—the Stone Gate that seemed to bear an entire world, and the figure behind it, devoid of joy or sorrow and almost godlike—he continued, "What was that enormous gate? And the one behind it—what is his relationship with you, Senior Brother?"
Amon smiled. "You have quite a few questions. Let's answer them one at a time. Follow me."
He snapped his fingers.
Ripples spread through the vast white world. Wherever they passed, the white light began to fade, replaced by other colors as light and shadow shifted.
Lu Mingfei watched the ever-changing play of light and shadow.
He saw fragments of rock that had drifted through the Void for hundreds of millions of years awaken under gravity, slowly gathering, colliding, shattering, and gathering again. In the end, they rolled into a fireball churning with lava, like a coal that had yet to burn out. The magma cooled and formed a thin crust, only to be torn apart again and again by the heat beneath the earth, leaving dark-red wounds across