The lingering thread of aura in the vertical pupil surged forward, shattering the countless human sculptures conjured from the page into ruins.
Yet in this moment, the vertical pupil was intensely disturbed, losing its qualification to pursue Mao Feiyang's trace.
The vertical pupil coldly surveyed its surroundings, then silently faded away.
In the blooming layers, only a large number of broken human sculptures remained.
These broken sculptures floated within the layers, and it was unclear which one first exclaimed, leading the rest to start clamoring:
[Lin Yi, oh Lin Yi...]
[...we're waiting for you...]
[You will take us away...]
[You will...]
[Lin Yi, oh Lin Yi...]
[...Lin Yi, oh... Lin Yi...]
...
In the next instant after Mao Feiyang threw the page, the layer world, continuously blooming like petals, also suddenly reached its end.
Lin Yi saw the flower's core—what seemed to be a dark corridor, which at first glance exuded an extremely oppressive feeling.
