Pitch-black snowflakes fell continuously, dancing amidst the shattered void.
Deep within the void, it was as if one could glimpse the other shore of the starry sky.
The Heavenly Heart Secret Realm was slowly disappearing.
It was like a decrepit, ailing patient presenting a scene of desolate twilight over the western hills.
Various anomalies appeared from time to time. The pitch-black snowflakes fluttered majestically, clashing abruptly against the atmosphere of agonizing struggle.
Zhou Yan found himself amidst this transformation, as lengths of blood-red hair, over a foot long, continuously emerged from his body uncontrollably, as if undergoing a mysterious and aberrant change.
Zhou Yan continuously conjured Purple Flame, incinerating the wildly growing blood-red hair on his body, but more and denser hair relentlessly rose.
At the same time, Zhou Yan felt his eyes gradually turn blood red, an unprovoked, ominous, cold, and violent strangeness welling up in his heart.
