A Hundred Years Later, At Last He Departed

Above the spirit island, a gigantic vortex formed from dark cloud slowly descended toward White Bone Mountain. Countless crimson firebolts surged and gathered in the depths of the vortex, ready to strike the Skeleton God Statue at any moment.

Whenever the vortex descended several dozen zhang, more than a hundred white specks on the statue inexplicably collapsed, turning into torrents of chaotic consciousness that scattered into ash and smoke.

Zhao Sheng retreated some distance and stared from afar at the twisting, roiling white figure with three heads and six arms. Waves of willpower occasionally leaked from its body. It appeared that it would not hold out much longer.

"Damn it! If not for..."

"Damn it! If it hadn't been for..."

"Damn it, if not..."

At that moment, thousands upon thousands of furious roars suddenly rang out above White Bone Mountain. The sounds were blurred and indistinct, as though countless voices had been layered together, overlapping upon overlapping like endless echoes.

The instant Zhao Sheng heard them, a dense radiance of willpower rose over his entire body, protecting every one of his acupoints.

Just then, the white figure finally failed to hold on and exploded into fragments. Countless streams of pure white light fled into the statue, while a small portion scattered into strange waves of willpower that shot in all directions like lightning.

Part of them shot into Zhao Sheng's Willpower Field and instantly merged into it.

In an instant, Zhao Sheng felt an ocean of memory fragments flood into his mind through the Willpower Field.

This was a form of consciousness invasion he could not yet comprehend, yet it was exceedingly efficient and covert. In that instant, tens of thousands of memory scenes unfolded simultaneously in Zhao Sheng's mind, while an immeasurable torrent of information was forcibly poured into