In this world of the Xianmen Sect, within the Friendship Tribulation, a black and white dot was so conspicuous.
In an instant, as if startled, it disappeared rapidly.
It transformed billions of times in a moment, from left to right, from top to bottom, changing into various shapes—sometimes appearing in the bodies of friends, sometimes becoming a flying bird, or a speck of dust... Such transformations left one dazzled, constantly changing, with no fixed position.
It was so mysterious, hard to capture, that luck on such a battlefield was entirely useless.
But why was this black and white dot so clear?
No matter where or in what form, it was so conspicuous?
Its transformations became faster and faster, clearly showing some panic and fear, trying to change, but to no avail, unable to shake off the poignant black and white dot.
A force consistently and precisely locked onto it.
