Li Huowang raised his head, utterly shaken as he gazed at the giant eye in the sky.
As the divinatory symbols above constantly shifted and floated, that enormous vertical pupil sometimes looked left, sometimes looked right, following the lowering, pressing clouds.
There was no emotion in that eye; the only thing one could feel from it was that suffocating sense of chaos.
Chaos shouldn't be seen with the eyes, yet at this very moment, Li Huowang was absolutely certain that what he was seeing was one of chaos's eyes.
From that eyeball came a strange chanting, causing Li Huowang to clutch his ears in agony.
He remembered this chanting! He'd heard it once, a hundred li outside the Capital City—so this was the source!
Compared to before, when the sound was faint, here it was deafening—a fact proven by the people around Li Huowang, collapsing on the ground clutching their ears, dead.
