Iron Rules

Fire burned in the darkness of the hall. Paganini stood before the Sacred Fire. His black shadow covered the youth's face like an abyss pushing him down. He said, "Ye Qingxuan, I know you."

Under the extreme pressure, Ye Qingxuan's face was pale. Sweat trickled down his back. There was no need for any words, movements, or thoughts. The man's mere existence suffocated Ye Qingxuan.

The Eye of Silence was carved with the words knowing too much may not be a good thing. He had never hated his knowledge of Revelations more than now because he saw the stars under Paganini's hood. They fluctuated like the original darkness of the universe. He could distort the temperament and reality by merely standing there.

Every word was like a clap of thunder in Ye Qingxuan's soul, causing his consciousness to shake. If the moonlight had not soothed his terror and psychological wounds, he would have been destroyed.