The Divine Sense is muddled and dazed, obviously awake, but still utterly exhausted, with the Sea of Consciousness feeling as heavy as a thousand-jun, as if burdened with too many sins and debts.
Moreover, everything before him is hazy.
Anything seen is half black and half white.
As if the world had lost its color, returning to its most original hues, the intertwining of black and white makes one feel that everything is dead silent, yet also makes one feel the Great Dao unifies all.
Mo Hua blinked forcefully again.
The black-and-white colors of heaven and earth faded slightly, adding a bit more color but still not completely dispersing, with half-black and half-white shadows still adhering to the edges of his sight.
This black-and-white vision seemed to merge with his eyes.
Mo Hua frowned, blinked again, and upon reopening his eyes, he saw Elder Master Xun, whose hair was snow-white, beginning to show worry in his strict gaze.
Mo Hua was taken aback, "Elder Master Xun…"
