The shaking of the entire Heart Source Demon Palace grew more and more violent as the massive hand continued to emerge.
Blood surged through the veins covering the surrounding walls. The insect eggs floating within stirred restlessly, their eyes opening to gaze in this direction from within their shells.
A demon peered out from the stairwell, eyeing Lin Hui warily, looking poised to turn and flee at a moment's notice.
"Disciple... my dear disciple... How could you have the heart to keep your master trapped in the Outer Realm for so many years...?"
Qimei's voice echoed unceasingly from the eye-shaped rift.
The voice was deep and ancient. It sounded exceedingly benevolent, yet it held the inexplicable quality of a suppressed volcano, as if it could erupt into a cataclysm of violent destruction at any moment.
CRACK.
As Qimei's second hand reached out, twisted cracks began to spiderweb across the walls of the Demon Palace's first floor.
