He Ao tried to bring the phalange fossil closer to the glass sphere. The brilliance on the fossil brightened slightly as it neared the sphere, but that was all.
Even when the phalange fossil was pressed completely against the glass sphere, there were no other more noticeable changes in the fossil's patterns.
He Ao lowered his head, gazing at the glass sphere in his hand.
Through his spiritual vision, the sphere appeared to be an object formed by intertwined twisted patterns and twisting light.
After a brief moment of contemplation, He Ao tried to calm his mind and 'listen' to the call of the Truth that had never ceased in his ear.
As the twisted corruption surged out of his mind, the twisted patterns in his field of view slowly unfolded.
He saw clearly the true nature of the twisted patterns and luminosity woven within the sphere in his arms.
It was 'containment,' as well as 'balance.'