Accompanied by He Ao's gaze, the skin on his hand began to gradually transform into a jade-like texture, displaying intertwining patterns akin to wooden fish mechanics, with a faint purple glow slowly seeping from beneath his skin.
The tranquil air floating above his hand seemed to begin writhing at this moment, as if some eerie and bizarre entity was extending its limbs from the deepest void.
The earth beneath He Ao's feet, which was gradually closing together, also began to writhe, as if twisted flesh was about to grow from the ground, but the form of this writhing flesh did not resemble ordinary flesh in softness, instead displaying a kind of rigid solidity.
And above the earth, the withered and scorched grass blades seemed to be 'revitalized' with vitality.
Yet, they did not sprout green buds, but rather purple, jade-like leaves, with a mechanical-like glow flowing faintly beneath the surface.
He Ao flipped his hand.
