As soon as Zhou Leng's spine was covered with ancient patterns, everything went black before his eyes.
Deep within his pupils, a dense cluster of stars emerged.
Those stars were like pebbles, tightly arranged, with the solar flames of all the stars forming a vast, endless expanse of red.
Stars like bricks, real flames like walls.
Zhou Leng glanced at this wall of real flames, which was made up of more than ten thousand suns.
This wall of stars grew further and further away, the perspective becoming more distant.
In an instant, Zhou Leng's eyes opened wide.
The dense suns were not a wall, but a feather of the Star Phoenix.
One feather, ten thousand stars, burning eternally in the void.
Zhou Leng's mind was shaken, the feather of ten thousand stars burst forth with endless divine light, overwhelming the starry sky.
In the blink of an eye, his mind returned to place.
The spine faintly red, the ancient pattern clear.
