Pale purple smoke swirled in mid-air.
At first, a point on Liang Qu's brow fell under the gaze of others, then it was his nose, shoulders, arms, chest… all captured by others' eyes.
Initially, it was Zhang Longxiang's tightly closed eyes that emitted a single point of gaze, then it was two points, three points, four points…
At first, Liang Qu felt the gaze from the front, then it came from the side, the back, above, below…
Eyes are everywhere, all around!
Inside and outside, far and wide.
Zhang Longxiang sat cross-legged, the sweat flowing from his forehead had long stopped, and the trembling of his body had disappeared.
His facial features, compressed by repeated deaths, relaxed and became calm, followed by a majestic momentum erupting from Zhang Longxiang's body, as vast as the sea.
The swirling purple smoke was dispersed by the momentum.
