Inside the confinement room, a layer of mercury-like color began to spread from the walls.
This mesmerizing hue flowed across the floor like moonlight, resembling ink drops on a blank page, permeating the entire space in no time.
In the end... even the chair Ji Minghuan was sitting on couldn't escape, stained with the same color.
At this moment, the figure known as the "Prophet" stood motionless at the entrance.
The metallic door behind the Prophet was tightly closed, showing no signs of having opened, suggesting that the Prophet hadn't entered through the main door.
Ji Minghuan propped his chin, seemingly nonchalant, yet he scrutinized the Prophet cautiously and seriously.
Clearly, the scene of the Prophet's appearance was different from the last time.
The last Prophet Ji Minghuan saw seemed like a phantom, but this time, it was undoubtedly a living, breathing person in front of him... their breathing, subtle movements, those vacant eyes, everything was so real.
