In a strange space of nothingness, chaos, and brilliant starlight, a different sort of Human Kind sat upright. He was an exceedingly old man, his temples white, the cloudiness in his eyes clearly visible to the naked eye. Yet this old man, who ought to have looked kindly, had only the left half of his body, just like Red-Lipped Su Mo'er. His white hair, severed in half, hung in the strange space, extending endlessly into the darkness below.
Before him stood a Balance roughly his own size. One side of the Balance was covered in darkness, weighing its own pan down with overwhelming weight. On the other side was predominantly white matter mixed with a little darkness. Its combined weight was nowhere near that of the darkness opposite it, yet even so, it continued its desperate resistance.
"Zhou Heng, what... exactly are you... The fate wagered on Black Ring... has changed... You... truly are... extraordinary... Now... fate... should be mine to play..." The old man slowly opened his eyes, his skeletal left hand rising feebly to pinch gently at the darkness before him. The next second, a strand of flowing light, fine as a hair, was caught between his fingertips. He then aimed it at the side of the Balance holding the mixture of black and white and slowly lowered it.
As that strand of flowing light fell, the mixture of black and white, which had been weighed down until it had almost no chance at all, actually began nudging the Balance ever so slightly toward equilibrium...
"The plans ahead will need some changes... What do you think?" the half-bodied old man murmured. A vigorous-looking Blue Sky walked out from the severed strands of hair at the back of his head and approached the Balance. Looking at the flowing light