Hidden Hand?

In the starry sky, a figure stood frozen in place, trembling all over, his pallid face filled with all manner of complex emotions.

Fear, confusion, struggle...

"Is it over?"

Xie Sen spoke with trembling lips, his gaze fixed on the distant altar.

He had seen hundreds of Elders rush to their deaths like moths flying into a flame, falling into the starry sky. He had seen Elder after Elder scatter and flee, only to be swallowed by the blazing torrent. He had seen Elder Xie Chen charge against the current, plunge into the depths of space, and then...

There was no then.

The blazing torrent still surged on. Sunlight flooded the starry sky, washing away the boundless sea of blood as it shone toward him...

There was nowhere left to run!

Even Ninth-Order Elders could not escape. What hope did a mere Seventh Order like him have?

Besides, something was even more important than running right now!

"I've seen this! I must have seen this somewhere before?!"

Facing the sunlight, Xie Sen forced his eyes wide open. He felt the fear flooding his heart grow deeper and deeper, along with the increasingly intense, inexplicable sense of déjà vu before him...

The sunlight stretched across the starry sky, filling his dilated pupils bit by bit.

The instant it completely filled them,

Xie Sen jolted violently. An unprecedented terror surged from the depths of his heart, as though it had taken tangible form.

The fear that had always lurked in the unseen fused completely with the sunlight before his eyes and descended upon him!

The terror pierced straight into the depths of his soul, as if it had broken through an invisible seal.

That inexplicable sense of déjà vu, once beyond his reach and impossible to comprehend, transformed into vivid scenes.

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