Now Ji Jue feels as if he is standing in front of a mirror, sensing Transformation's metamorphosis. But that mirror, for some reason, is always shrouded in a layer of mist, clearly detailed in its outline yet eternally blurry in the finer details, like seeing flowers in the fog.
Cun Jun's Spirit reflects tirelessly, yet it can never encompass Ji Jue's reflection within it.
It's as if, something is missing!
Until Ji Jue suddenly realized: the creation of Cun Jun is already perfect, a seamless process, leaving no flaws or imperfections.
What is lacking at this moment is not Cun Jun.
It is...
Himself?
In that instant, Ji Jue's gaze fell, looking at the reflection within Cun Jun.
Then, he finally saw the chest of his hazy reflection...
A profound crack!
Bottomless, filled with darkness, as if it were a crack leading to Hell.
The so-called...
[Abyss]!
Now, as he reaches out his hand, he finally feels the guidance of Cun Jun in countless nightmares, and even the voice beyond.
