He seemed to be standing from a third-person perspective, scrutinizing his entire life.
He saw himself undergoing a transformation, completing a process of deification or eerie transformation, except there was still a chain formed from flames, tethering him, preventing him from completing the final deification or eerie transformation.
The fire was fury, the ideas and emotions conveyed from the flame chain continuously filled his heart field.
This was the anchor binding his existence, with him as an anchor attached to the chain.
And this time, in such a state, he clearly sensed the emotions of the Yang-destroying Devil, which were pure and ultimate joy, without any killing intent, without malice, only joy.
This joy with a tinge of blood color, along the chain, transformed into blood, drop by drop, falling into his heart field.
Yu Ziqing sensed for a moment, and it seemed that only a few Little Strange had slipped through the net, with the targets already caught.
