Drifting Hearse
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Ye Qingxuan stood above the volcano that was about to erupt and leisurely closed his eyes. He was immersed in the aggressive melody that was a wild and uncontrollable galloping horse. The performer in red was dancing in his heart, setting off flames.
Thousands of threads wrapped around his body, weaving into a dense net that completely covered the island. His senses stretched along the perception threads, as if he had detached himself from his insignificant human body and became one with the vast island.
No, he could even feel that this island was only a mirage that had been created. But at the moment, he seemed to have become an extension of the illusion.
The perception threads were like his eyes, hands, and soul, sensing the existence of all organisms and the waves of the aether. It was like having a pair of eyes higher up that were overlooking the whole world, looking at the scenery that Ye Qingxuan had once overlooked.