This world, like a Divine Kingdom, was a creation of Kekao's own powerful Spirit. And now, someone had invaded this spiritual world of his, one as unyielding as steel.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he slowly looked toward the rift that had appeared in the Brahma World.
Gray mist poured from the rift, gradually twisting and coalescing into a human form.
It was a man whose entire body seemed shrouded in mist. His face and build were indistinct, yet strangely, one could still perceive the shifting expressions on his features.
"In this world, not many mortals can establish a spiritual connection with me over such a vast distance. You are one. The last was in Donghua, a man named Zhang Dongwei."
The hazy figure's lips curved into a smile as he slowly stepped out of the gray mist, like a Nightmare emerging from a bad dream.
'Zhang Dongwei…'
Expressionless, Kekao slowly rose to his feet from atop the giant peacock.
