The crimson eyeball hangs in the sky like the sun, eyes chained together forming rings that encircle it, like the most devoted knights.
And behind this giant crimson eyeball, the not yet fully restored space distortion ripples like water and waves.
Gale winds roar between heaven and earth, toppling one towering instrument after another, their sounds blending into a wave-like 'howl'.
As if trembling to greet this great 'king', devout subjects prostrate at the feet of their monarch.
However, in the center of these turbulent 'subjects', hidden under dim shadows, a figure stands upright, gazing up at the giant eyeball in the sky.
Like a thorn, he stands there, piercing into the 'king's' field of view.
The enormous eyeball gazes down, its terrifying pressure condensing space into a solid form, pressing down on He Ao.
He feels as if burdened with mountains upon mountains, pressing on his shoulders, forcing him to kneel, to prostrate, to submit to the rule of this Great Monarch.
