The pervasive red light seemed to sense some kind of invisible touch, causing slight ripples in the void of the universe.
He Ao's gaze fell on his own palm, and at this moment, in the center of his hand, was a pattern densely woven with fresh blood.
It was a complex 'K' character that looked both like a weapon and a tendril.
He gazed at this character, and as his consciousness gently touched it, a faint, elusive red glow seemed to emanate from it, as if some kind of connection was being established at the edge of a distant world.
But in the end, that connection failed to establish, and everything around him returned to emptiness and void.
The distance was simply too great.
He Ao raised his gaze again toward the spreading red light around him.
These red lights only retained a faint trace of shadows, much like the dying glow of a sunset, gradually losing its color.
He Ao quietly watched it all, as an orange-grey glow lit up in his eyes.
