A series of whispers, sometimes loud, sometimes soft, sometimes distant, sometimes near, echoed in Zhu Wenwu's ears. It sounded like singing, yet also like a plea, making one's mind chaotic, as if flooded with a large amount of information, though in reality, it wasn't.
Under the dark sky stood a colossal figure, the same one he saw at the gathering place, but its image appeared more distinct in this world.
It stood with its head lowered, covered in a thick layer of hair, seemingly pondering something, appearing as tall as the moon.
Zhu Wenwu did not calm down and said, "Brother Su, I see that giant creature here; its image is clearer."
Saying this, he fell to the ground, clutching his head in torment, feeling as if a thousand steel needles were piercing his skull, revealing a painful expression.
Su Changxing thought for a moment and said, "Don't stare at it. This thing is beyond imagination."
