"Ha ha, are you finally going to purify me? Zhou Heng, let me lend you a hand!"
"Humans, die, die, die!"
"The Blue Star Federation, the cancer of the world, must be eradicated!"
"The Longevity-Cursed Species are the source of all evil. Only by eliminating them can we have hope."
"Zhou Heng, we're here..."
"Comrade, I still have one last shred of strength. It's yours!"
Approval, wails, despair, slaughter—countless powers of "grievance" flooded Zhou Heng's mind in that instant, overloading his brain for a moment. But thanks to his earlier nurturing, Zhou Heng steadied his mind in a flash and activated the skill "Dance of Heaven and Earth’s Light." As "Dance of Heaven and Earth’s Light" entered its startup phase, at the very instant of activation, all the voices of "grievance" in Zhou Heng's ears fell silent. Even the swelling in his brain ceased. He looked around and found himself in a pitch-black space, with only a ring of light ahead. One quadrillion powers of "grievance" stood in the darkness as individual black flames, their outlines faintly visible, packed densely together and stretching to the limits of his vision in the dark.
Walking into the ring of light, Zhou Heng saw a woman with her back to him. She looked beautiful from behind, her fine hair spilling over her lovely shoulders and back, but her posture was strange-so strange that she looked like a man squatting outside his front door with his back to it, smoking. Just as Zhou Heng was wondering whether to approach, the woman suddenly raised her hand and flung the "cigarette" she held to the ground. "God fucking damn it, the Stardust Group is really going downhill. What kind of trash are these Stardust Cigarettes? I can't even condense a single truth from a puff?"