Within the narrow confines of the Border Prison, the space suddenly seemed to stretch infinitely high and vast.
It was as if, at the moment the giant eye opened, the entire world expanded, making one feel incredibly small—like a speck of dust.
And within that downward gaze, the figures of Ji Jue and Wen Wen were reflected within the pupil of that pitch-black eye.
But along with their images, another figure appeared—one that had not existed here before, and no one knew when it had suddenly shown up before them.
A skinny man with long, messy hair, sitting on the ground with his knees hugged close.
Was he a youth, middle-aged, or an elder?
His outline shifted and overlapped, constantly flickering and unstable as if deliberately so.
In his hands, he held a few black and white chess pieces, gazing down at the board before him, entertaining himself.
Now, with the giant eye opening, he lifted his face and looked toward them.
He examined them carefully.
No words or introductions were needed; the moment that giant eye opened, Ji Jue immediately understood exactly what was appearing before him.
The so-called Sacred God!
Wen Sheng.
But…
Ji Jue frowned slightly, feeling a bit disappointed. “Not the true form, huh?”