Yu Xuan entered the pagoda alongside the butterfly and immediately felt himself in front of a being.
Hundun stood before him.
But not alone.
Several other existences were present, each radiating pressure no weaker than Hundun's.
Their presence did not crush the space; rather, the space seemed to adjust itself around them out of respect.
Yu Xuan's breathing slowed as the first gaze he felt was burning.
He turned instinctively, and saw a blue figure.
The moment his eyes met it, the being became translucent in his vision, as if it were both there and not there.
Its outline flickered, like an idea struggling to remain defined.
And Strangely.
Everyone present perceived this being differently.
To some, it appeared as a scholar or monster.
To others, a faceless sage.
It was a Thought born of Thoughtlessness.
A conceptual existence.
Its wide eyes studied Yu Xuan intently, though its expression did not change.
