Yan Zhaoge rubbed the ring that was riddled with cracks.
This ring had been in the form of light earlier, even having merged into Ye Jing's body. Now, it had regained its true form once more.
It was only that the ring which had originally been dazzling and eye-catching like flames was currently dim and completely without light as it appeared filled with dust, as well as extremely mottled.
Numerous cracks riddled the exterior of the ring, resembling spiderwebs as the ring looked as though it could shatter at any moment.
However, holding the ring within his hand, Yan Zhaoge could still vaguely feel the blazing heat contained inside of it.
Yan Zhaoge narrowed his eyes, focusing his mind to gradually sink within the ring.
The scene before his eyes instantly changed.
First was pitch darkness. Next, in that darkness where one would be unable to see even their own outstretched hand, a glow suddenly lit up.