As everyone knew, a legendary being's gaze carried weight.
Where Zheng Qing's gaze fell.
The Jidu Gun's cylinder contracted slightly.
Its barrel suddenly swung back around. A huge eyeball blossomed at the sight, glaring at the Young Legendary. Its gun muzzle gaped wide, exposing a mouthful of sharp little teeth as it roared, "—Why do I feel like your gaze is being very rude?"
Zheng Qing tilted his head slightly, avoiding the saliva sprayed by the Jidu Gun, and cleared his throat.
"Sorry, I thought of something anyone would think of." He was not surprised that the gun had grown an eye—after all, what he had just been thinking went a step further than merely growing eyes.
Old Man Ruo Yu glanced in their direction.
Jidu shot Zheng Qing one last vicious glare before twisting its barrel and returning to the appearance of an ordinary revolver. Zheng Qing, meanwhile, grinned and waved at Old Man Ruo Yu, indicating that everything was fine.
Only then did he begin examining his surroundings again.
At that moment, he and Old Man Ruo Yu stood in a void. At the end of their sight stretched a radiant mist like the Milky Way, winding through the emptiness like a long river whose beginning and end could not be seen.
At the point where the silver mist was densest, a large hollow had inexplicably opened up. Purple mist churned within it. Whenever the two drew close, they annihilated one another in silent collisions, leaving a distinct, rotating black boundary between them.
As the purple mist rolled, it spewed out monsters with wings on their backs, blue faces, and fangs. Howling, they clustered together and charged in swarms at the river formed from silver mist. Yet they were fairly weak, with the overwhelming majority possessing only the