"Cultivation, still far from sufficient..."
A white silk band binds Xiang Wuji's eyes, covering his gaze.
Xiang Wuji's wide black robe flutters in the wind, his black hair casually tied behind with a band.
He stands on a high mountain, arms folded, with moonlight illuminating half of his face.
Suddenly, a slit opens at Xiang Wuji's brow, a vertical pupil rapidly expands, seemingly locking onto something.
Xiang Wuji is developing this Nine-headed Serpent's Gaze.
In Xiang Wuji's vision, the world has lost all color.
There is only light and darkness.
The moonlight's glow, the glow of the fire of life, the glow of the array, various lights interweave in this world.
The vertical pupil locks onto a fleeing figure more than ten miles away, suddenly causing their scalp to tingle as if something is watching them.
This person rolls and crawls, continually spitting essence blood to use a secret technique to speed up.
"Madman, madman!"
