"Nooo-" Alice covered its head and huffed. It had taken the lead in the God-Slaying Soulbeam just now, so it was in even worse shape than Xu Ye.
"I need to sleep for a while."
"I'll do it."
Xu Ye forced himself upright and took a deep breath. He reached out with one hand, cautiously, as though touching a soul.
Golden light flashed through his eyes, and his pupils devoured the tiny particles that had scattered into the air, invisible to the naked eye.
Like moths drawn to a flame, they streamed toward Xu Ye.
Xu Ye saw a few fragmented images from a first-person perspective.
Was this a dream?
He had a vague sense of what was happening.
These soul fragments were so badly shattered that there was little he could see.
Meanwhile, Jiang Qiang was dreaming. The scene before him began to shatter, and then he heard something whispering inside his mind.
"Her eyes became the sun and moon."
"Her blood became the rivers."
"Her limbs became the mountains."
"Her skin was the texture of the earth."
"Her breath was the wind that blew everywhere."
"Her organs were the fruits and vegetables in the fields."
"..."
The scene unfolded.
Xu Ye saw an enormous painting.
It depicted a tall tower from a bizarre angle. Though the canvas was finite, the tower seemed to have no end.
The tower was cone-shaped, built from a simple framework of steel bars. Irregular quadrilateral gaps formed between the bars, and all kinds of skin had been pasted over them, like paper over window frames.
Hundreds of millions of pieces.
Each piece of skin was engraved with an internal organ or body part.
"May flesh fill the house, and livers fill the granary."
Suddenly, another whisper rang out.
Xu Ye felt the world