Li Huowang raised his head, utterly shaken as he gazed at the giant eye in the sky.
As the divinatory symbols above constantly shifted and floated, the enormous vertical pupil sometimes looked left, sometimes looked right, and followed the dark clouds as they gradually pressed lower.
There was no emotion in that eye; the only thing one could feel from it was a suffocating sense of chaos.
Chaos was not something that should be seen with one's eyes, yet at this very moment, Li Huowang was absolutely certain that he was looking at one of Chaos's eyes.
From that eyeball came a strange chanting, causing Li Huowang to clutch his ears in agony.
He remembered this chanting! He had heard it once, over a hundred li outside the Capital City. So this was the source!
Compared to the faint sound from before, it was deafeningly loud here—a fact proven by the people around Li Huowang, who were clutching their ears and dropping dead.
