Wang Yu felt himself enveloped in darkness. Time seemed to have lost all meaning to him, and his mind held no stray thoughts.
Yet strangely, he could clearly sense a hazy figure somewhere in the surrounding darkness, watching him all along with an icy gaze.
Instinctively, he looked toward the figure in the darkness, but no matter how hard he tried, he could never make out its appearance.
He remained in the darkness like this for an unknown length of time. At last, the figure seemed to lose interest and began walking toward him.
The footsteps were light yet utterly unhurried, giving a strange impression of casual indifference.
Wang Yu instinctively widened his eyes and strained to see the approaching figure.
The figure in the darkness gradually became clearer. Tall and slender, it appeared to be a woman.
When Wang Yu looked at her face, it remained a blur. All he could see was a pair of yellow eyes devoid of any emotion. She looked at him as though he were an ant.
Suddenly, the blur over her face vanished, revealing her features.
"Ah!"
The sight of her face startled a cry out of Wang Yu.
The next instant, he jolted and opened his eyes, then froze.
He was hovering in midair, one palm pressed against the enormous yellow eyeball before him. Above, the sky was cloudless for ten thousand miles; below, the vegetation flourished.
Twenty-two Spell Pattern symbols shone with dazzling blood-colored light on the yellow eyeball's surface. One glowed slightly more dimly than the others-the very one he had just comprehended.
Yet the blood-red sky, the countless yellow eyeballs, the churning earth, and even the densely packed blood threads in his memories had all vanished without a trace.
*Had everything I experienced before been nothing more than a