Gao Ming walked step by step to the present, having seen many monsters along the way, such as the five Dream Ghosts currently eating, each more bizarre and chilling than the last.
"Be specific, are the monsters you're talking about even stranger than these Dream Ghosts around me?" Gao Ming was willing to touch the black destiny, eager to find the answer.
Shen Luo nodded without hesitation, involuntarily covering his ears, as if the laughter had already reached his mind: "He surpassed the boundaries of humanity, an unnamed existence that defies description by any existing vocabulary. I can't remember his name, only the terrifying feeling, as he destroyed all old forms, growing amidst sickness and abnormality, mocking life, death, and rules."
The destiny threads entwined around Gao Ming's ten fingers sliced into Shen Luo's black life like scalpels, peeling back the exterior bit by bit, helping Shen Luo recall the information obscured by fate.
