Chapter 825: Arrogant Person

He Ao turned his head and looked at the glass cabinet door he had opened, reflecting a blurry "painting" on this faintly translucent door.

The Elderly in the painting had fallen to his knees, with even light showering down on him.

This "portrait" did not change from front to back as He Ao's perspective shifted; what he saw was always the "front" of the portrait, or rather, the reflection of the portrait projected in his mind.

And as He Ao gazed upon it, a series of distorted and strange hymns gradually echoed in his mind, and in a place infinitely far away, a Great Being seemed to be casting its gaze through endless time and space.

Two lines of blood tears seeped from the corners of He Ao's eyes, and following that, his pale skin began to be covered with a strange flush, then fine lines of blood seeped from beneath his skin, gradually spreading across his entire body.

The infinite contamination ravaged within his body, but his gaze did not stray from the "portrait" at all.