In the deepest stratum of the oldest Origin Realm, inside a sealed chamber, the small white-haired child was not looking at anything since he was modeling.
There were few things that could wrap up the mind of Rowan like this, and he had placed so much attention on what he was doing that he had not bothered to change his shape or find the energy to cleanse his body, which was filled with the power of End.
He just suppressed this poison in his veins and focused on this elaborate dance in front of him, and everything faded away like dust before the wind.
