"Wait!"
When Han Dong felt the yellow-robed tentacles suddenly burrow into his back, he hurriedly stopped him.
"Hmm?
Are you afraid I'll tamper with your soul? Don't worry... if I did anything, that gray fellow would easily detect it. He'd definitely come looking for trouble then, and I have no desire for my peaceful writing life to be disturbed.
I'm merely drilling several specially arranged holes into the surface of your soul to create a Soul Quality amplification effect."
"No... if my soul is turned into an amplifier, won't that attract Uncontrolled Ones as well?"
"What I'm making is a specialized amplifier designed for the Book of the Dead. It mainly amplifies the necromantic properties you express. Unless something unexpected happens, only the scattered pages will sense your existence."
"What if something unexpected does happen?"
"If an Uncontrolled One with sufficiently unusual abilities can recognize the special soul frequency on your body, that means he possesses unique soul qualities himself.
Perhaps he could become decent nourishment, a toy, or be cultivated into one of my 'gunslingers.'"
Han Dong was taken aback upon hearing this. This Yellow Robe King seemed far more reliable than he remembered.
"Alright."
As the pale yellow tentacles drilled into his flesh and made contact with his soul—
Buzz!
In an instant, Han Dong's consciousness seemed to be pulled hundreds of thousands of light-years away, traveling along a passage that had long remained unopened toward some mysterious kingdom.
By the time his consciousness reacted, he had already landed on a small wooden boat, drifting across the surface of a pale yellow lake.
For some reason, Han Dong greatly enjoyed this tranquil moment of drifting on the lake. It seemed that his soul could truly rest at this moment.
"After all these years, this little fellow's soul