But you can't, the more involved you are with ether and people, the more you become trapped, unable to see far ahead.
This is not to keep you on the sidelines, but you need to understand where to begin, to find the most convenient point..."
Tong Yuan once again reached out, his palm filled with wrinkles and age spots gently squeezing as if grasping a fine, fleeting spider silk.
From the tangled chaos, he found a crucial thread.
And then...
A sudden yank!
In that instant, a sharp sound like a baby's cry echoed.
Auditory illusion!
But immediately after, there came a series of piercing shrieks, like the loud chirping of cicadas, rising and falling, from the distant mountain forest!
The buzzing sound persisted.
Insects!
A mass of spiritual insects screamed, flapping their wings, rising to the sky!
Under the malicious tug and push of ether, using just a glimpse caught from the fleeting phantasm, they disguised as the source, issuing instructions.
