Pei Ye never thought he could arrive at this desolate Divine Country with another consciousness besides the Black Cat. Everything on the ground remained sealed, but the pitch-black starry sky seemed to become clearer.
Pei Ye lifted his head, trying once more to discern the lines between the stars. They were actually stark and not twisted, connecting directly and pointing sharply, often representing clarity. But when Pei Ye glanced at them, it felt like those abstract shapes violently struck his mind. He couldn't perceive those shapes and couldn't comprehend them, only feeling a blur and dizziness.
"Don't look."
Ying Zhao said ahead, lowering its wings to cover his eyes.
It was the first time Pei Ye heard its voice. It indeed lacked majesty, being more peaceful, and Pei Ye inexplicably felt it was somewhat younger than Li Jian.
Pei Ye glanced at it.
"When you enter Canxing Hall and through Xi Tingxin, you can clearly observe it."
"What is it?"
"The thing weaving our world."
