As the night slowly brightened, a stream of divine sense flowed from He Ao's fingertip, splitting into eight and falling into the east, south, north, west, southeast, southwest, northeast, and northwest directions.
Upon touching the ground, these eight divine senses formed eight different patterns, attaching themselves to the floor.
Soon after, slender lines of divine sense overflowed from these eight patterns, forming a regular octagon.
And He Ao stood right in the center of this octagon.
As they connected, intricate lines spread from these patterns, converging beneath He Ao's feet.
He Ao opened the window.
At the moment the dawn's brilliance spread from the horizon, the intricate lines finally converged completely beneath He Ao's feet.
Boom—
It seemed as if an invisible storm surged between heaven and earth, a certain power in the void vibrated, akin to a hurricane, gathering toward the window.
