Xiao Ming Wakes Up

Xiao Ming's eyes gleamed with a cold, unyielding determination, like shards of ice reflecting the dim light of the trance world.

His body shuddered faintly for a moment, a subtle ripple in the air signaling the activation of a profound technique.

With an almost imperceptible glitch, six other figures materialized beside him.

These figures bore an uncanny resemblance to Xiao Ming, though they appeared more like youthful versions of him, their features softer and more innocent.

Yet, their auras were anything but gentle.

Each of the six emanated a distinct and overwhelming presence, their energies both contradictory and complementary, creating a chaotic yet harmonious distortion in the flow of qi around them.

The air itself seemed to tremble under the weight of their combined power.

The first figure was clad in a blood-red robe, its fabric dark and ominous, as if stained by countless battles.