[BL] Daily Disposable Persona

124: Little Majesty 15

Zong Yan hadn't expected the key to shatter.

His pupils constricted and he instinctively tried to reach out to grab it.

However, his will was still being manipulated by an unknown, supreme consciousness. He had no control over his body at all. All he could do was watch those silvery flecks of dust scatter and dissolve in the air like stardust, disappearing into the primordial space around him where nothing else existed.

The next moment, because of the intervention of that mysterious, external phenomenon, the universe seemed to undergo a faint vibration.

The particles of stardust scattered, spinning and transforming into starry points of light, flickering and blossoming against the thick, dark backdrop.

'What exactly is this place?'

But all Zong Yan could do was watch with widened eyes.

Soon, he couldn't even spare a thought to wonder about it.

The external consciousness manipulated his body and continued walking forward.

There was nothing else in this space, not even the concept of color.

Zong Yan vaguely sensed that his current body could no longer be classified as human, that it had changed into something more mysterious or magical, an approximation of an evil god.

Because with his current vision, he could see extremely far away, so far that he could almost see this entire part of the universe.

Maybe the external force somehow became aware of Zong Yan's thoughts, because the power that was manipulating his body turned back.

Only then did Zong Yan realize that wherever he walked, the idea of "darkness" emerged from the absence of color.

An impenetrable, heavy darkness unfurled across the entire cosmic plane, like a terrifying beast extending its teeth and claws.

And in the places Zong Yan hadn't gone, the universe was still without form or shape. Although he'd just created darkness, it was distinct from the patternless region ahead.

Zong Yan finally realized that he was the one who gave rise to the concept of "darkness". Without him it didn't exist.

And that wasn't all.

A cloud of scattered stars gathered around him spontaneously, like the planet Jupiter attracting debris to form shining rings, a host of lesser lights surrounding their leader.

'Zong Yan' suddenly reached out his hand and gently touched the light.

In an instant, the light began to violently reorganize, splitting and dividing. Countless wisps of energy formed and fissioned from the center of the light, turning into a substance similar to fog or mist.

Zong Yan watched this scene as a bystander, looking at the nameless mist, and a profoundly strange feeling swept over him.

The constant aggregation and splitting, with millions of radiant points of light, was extremely similar to the true body of the Lord of the Gate.

The strange feeling and desire he sensed was so strong that for a moment he was actually able to break free from the bondage of the supreme spirit. He instinctively stretched his fingers into the center of the nameless mist, gently touching the top of the unformed, brilliant sphere that was still taking shape.

... Soft.

Because of this action, for a moment everything stopped.

—Everything had genuinely paused.