Deep within the pupil of the jade right eye, the frozen, icy-blue lone star did not melt with the passage of time; instead, it grew increasingly solid and cold, resembling a miniature otherworldly beacon embedded deep within the eye socket. The thorn-shaped "Existence" resting against his fingertips was still spinning silently and slowly. Every minuscule rotation brought a cold, continuous friction. This friction did not act upon flesh and blood or jade, but on a more fundamental level—it felt as if it were wearing away the boundaries of Lin Moyu's "Existence," like a file continuously scraping against his already fractured coat of Laws. Every rotation and friction was accompanied by a subtle shudder as his very existence was forcibly "torn" open by a sliver. He was like a stubborn stone being constantly ground down, his rough edges being forcibly filed away.
Under the eternal red light of the Myriad Bones Abyss, time froze once more, or perhaps his senses were simply distorted and elongated. Lin Moyu's half-kneeling figure seemed almost fused with the charred bone rock face beneath him. The dried-up trails of foul blood, jade dust, and dark golden slurry had long since solidified, forming a gruesome pattern. The right finger resting against the tip of the thorn had not been withdrawn; that fracture-filled fingertip seemed to form an invisible conduit with the Thorn Spike—a stable, painful information interface. A continuous stream of icy "friction" flowed unceasingly along …
Chapter 203