Ningyan stared at the crystal as it hovered silently. It emitted that deep violet glow, the light bleeding into his eyes.
"Why am I here?" He took a barefoot step forward, his face creased with confusion.
The ground beneath him was smooth as glass, mirroring his every movement. When he drew close enough, he raised a hand and pressed it against the surface.
His eyes fell shut and the world tilted.
He stood once more upon the battlefield where Jun Yongrui had fallen... watching himself. The way Qi rushed violently through his meridians, overflowing, and erasing Jun Yongrui as though he had never existed.
Ningyan stood at the center of it all.. untouched. Powerful.
A beast god. That was what they had called him.
Watching it now, he felt no pride. Only a cold, creeping dread.
"…So this is what I looked like," he took his hand away.
The vision shattered and he stood once more before the crystal, his breath uneven.
"What about..." He hesitated for a moment before moving again.
