"The Eye of Hell has opened. Fallen angel, will you not awaken? Let us follow it and glimpse the secrets of fate together."
His hand hovered over Lu Wei's chest, suspended in the void above the vermilion mark. Dazzling blood-red light continuously radiated from Lu Wei's heart, gathering beneath Rong Yi's palm.
The Wolf King narrowed his eyes, his expression shifting as if through his palm he was reading the passage of time, scene by scene...
"What are you fleeing from? What are you afraid of? Fallen angel, since you had the courage to plunge into hell, why do you fear rebirth?"
"Your rebirth—was it forced by the Heavenly Emperor? Tsk, tsk. Who exactly are you, to have provoked the arrogant Heavenly Emperor into casting you into hell, tormenting you in every way, only to force your rebirth?"
"Oh, I see. The Heavenly Emperor wanted you to change the fate of a mortal... Who is that mortal?"
What?
Rong Yi's eyes snapped open, his gaze shooting toward the unconscious girl in the chair—her fate?
Why change her fate?
In that moment, his hand couldn't help but tremble. Yet, just as his mind wavered, the vermilion light beneath his palm instantly dimmed, flickering faintly like a candle flame caught in the wind, gradually threatening to go out.
Panicked, Rong Yi used his finger like a blade to cut Lu Wei's hand again. Finally, the vermilion blood light steadied, returning to calm. Unfortunately, the Eye of Hell did not reveal the answer he sought—it had already closed.
The mark on Lu Wei's chest reverted to its original shape.
Rong Yi grew impatient and tried several more times, to no avail. In desperation, he suddenly slashed his own palm, pressing the bleeding hand toward Lu Wei's chest, a hint of ferocity in his eyes—
"Fine. Since you won't tell me the reason, let me see your true identity. Let me see who you, this fallen angel reborn from hell, truly were in your past life."
He pressed his left palm down without hesitation onto Lu Wei's chest, the bleeding hand overlapping the red mark. Immediately, Rong Yi felt the mark beneath his palm stir—it came alive, like an infant opening its tiny mouth, greedily sucking at the wound on his palm, rapidly draining the blood from his body.
Yet Rong Yi endured the discomfort, refusing to withdraw, using his willpower to resist the invasion of the Eye of Hell, using blood as a medium to forcibly enter the fallen angel's heart.
In that instant, Lu Wei's body shuddered violently, and his eyes snapped open. But they were not the usual gentle, jade-like eyes of Lu Wei—they were hollow and void, for there was no focus in that gaze. It was merely the mechanical opening of eyes driven by an external force.
As the external force pressed deeper, a white light gradually seeped from Lu Wei's eyes, gathering more and more, forming a snowy mist that detached from his gaze and floated into the void above his forehead, condensing into a tangible cloud.
That cloud was pure white, soft, and transparent, ethereal like mist.
Rong Yi stared at the cloud, his phoenix eyes narrowing—a soul as pure and flawless as snow. Lu Wei, you are indeed one of the celestial clan.
But among the countless celestial immortals, which one are you?
He focused his will, continuing to invade Lu Wei's mind. Gradually, a translucent human figure materialized within the white mist—a young celestial immortal, with silver hair flowing, robes as white as snow, handsome brows and refined eyes, an aura of lofty purity. His features closely resembled Lu Wei's, but with his robes billowing and clouds swirling around him, he appeared even more ethereal, like a radiant, holy statue.