The Dragon Centipede, occupied by Gao Ming's will, entangled in the rules of dream and grotesque, pierced through the fates of many lives and fell toward the human world, like a sharp knife stabbing into that blurry human figure.
Nothing in the mortal world seemed capable of harming it. The grotesque rule was offset by people's prayers for stability and normalcy. The threads of dreams intertwined with fate, yet no one expected that characters would light up in the Dragon Centipede's eyes. Dragon-scaled patterns emerged on its vast body, its speed suddenly increased, and it quickly shook off the fate threads covering it. With hatred-filled sharp teeth, it bit toward the blurry figure's heart.
It was a variable.
A crack opened on the chest of the blurry figure. It did not look at the Dragon Centipede, which was now within reach, but slowly turned back amidst the prayers of all beings, looking toward the hospital in the human world.
