The lifelike colossal head floated like this in the desolate universe that stretches on without end, cold and lonely, not knowing for how many years it had drifted here.
The closed eyes on that head seemed as if, once opened, this universe would turn to ashes in an instant.
Close eyes for darkness, open eyes for light.
Jiang Hui was somewhat shocked, at a loss for words for a long time.
He was startled to see that the face on the head was identical to his own.
Was that his own head?
Such a question couldn't help but arise in Jiang Hui's mind.
Because too many strange things existed within him.
His appearance in this world might have had a great deal to do with the Red-Haired Monster, but the steps he took to reach where he was today had absolutely nothing to do with the former.
There was another unimaginable force guiding him, helping him change his original destiny.