Zhu Zhengwei's eyes emit a yellow halo, revealing streams of digitized information.
The structure of the trees, the composition of the air, the sticky temperature of the soil beneath his feet, and the sunshine in the sky all give him a warm, comforting feeling, as if the entire world is filled with a familiar atmosphere, like he has returned to his mother's embrace.
"This is not the embrace of a mother. The familiar atmosphere I feel in the air is the aura of souls, the scent of cursed resentment, pervading the world... It is my Seven Spirits, spreading ceaselessly with humanity in this era!"
"My Seven Spirits have grown unimaginably strong."
"The whole world is filled with their presence, thus making the whole world feel familiar to me."
