"An Su, what is this thing? Do you recognize it?"
Lu Cang's Sea of Consciousness was gradually being tainted black.
He could feel himself being contaminated; his emotions were turning cold.
Lu Cang also sensed that it wasn't just him. Even Leng Qingying, who had been on the verge of madness, was gradually quieting down.
From the sky, countless strands of hair hung down like a waterfall.
CRACKLE—
The sky flickered faintly, like fragmented clips phasing in and out of reality.
Lu Cang's eyes grew heavy, and the divine light in his pupils slowly dimmed, becoming as still as stagnant water.
Lu Luwei's corpse lay limply on the bed, her fresh blood staining the entire mattress red.
"This thing... I really don't recognize it."
The pupil in the sky opened like a doorway. As it did, Lu Cang could faintly see one fissure after another opening up around it.
Different figures emerged from the fissures.
Lu Cang could feel presences all around him rising into the air.
