The ball of water was crystal clear.
Suspended in midair, it encased the Spirit Vision Instrument, which resembled some strange vessel. Its brass-rimmed eyepiece appeared especially large beneath the lens formed by rippling water, like the eye of a one-eyed giant.
Zhang Jixin looked fearlessly at that eyeball.
He did not collapse onto the ground in fright like Xiao Xiao had.
7
"What did you see?"
Dylan's voice sounded beside him. The Diviner's reaction had frightened him as well, so he obediently yielded his spot and did not compete with the red-faced wizard for the second chance to use the Spirit Vision Instrument.
"Um, utter darkness—like the color at the deepest reaches of the Starry Sky?"
Zhang Jixin sounded somewhat uncertain. After a pause, he added with greater conviction, "Every now and then, a black shadow flashed by—I suspect it was the figure of that Death God which had developed self-awareness—"
"The Death God's figure?" Dylan turned to Xiao Xiao, who was still badly shaken, and suddenly understood. "So that's why you got scared?"
"Death God?"
Xiao Xiao came back to his senses, struggled to his feet, and cursed under his breath. "Bullshit! Even if the Death God stood right in front of me, do you think I'd blink even once—"
"Then, Elder—" Dylan looked back at Zhang Jixin.
The Diviner walked over to the red-faced wizard. After taking only one glance, he said expressionlessly, "—He didn't activate the Spirit Vision Instrument at all! The darkness he saw was probably the color of his own eyeballs—he thought he saw the Death God because he was blinking—You don't use your eyes to see through the Spirit Vision Instrument. You use your mind—send a little of your consciousness into it!"
"I did send it in!"
Zhang Jixin's face reddened as he shouted.