In the dim space, Han Feng, his hair disheveled, huddled trembling in a corner.
Countless specters wandered about here.
Every so often, a specter would notice him, drift over to sniff him, or even stick out its tongue and give him a lick or two!
These specters did not harm him.
But Han Feng's heart had long since shattered into pieces.
He knew that for as long as he remained conscious, endless torment awaited him.
All his memories from here on would be pain, making the past in his mind all the more precious.
He recalled how, when he had been nothing more than a mere Dou Emperor, he had still dominated the Black-Corner Region.
Everyone in the Black-Corner Region knew the name Medicine Emperor.
He recalled his youth as well—an orphan with no father or mother, taken in by Yao Lao, trailing behind him all day like a little tagalong.
The first time he cultivated.
The first time he used fire.
The first time he refined pills.
The first time he successfully refined a pill.
The smile in Yao Lao's eyes back then.
Later, the disappointment in Yao Lao's eyes.
And later still, the killing intent in Yao Lao's eyes.
One wrong step after another, believing that the step he had taken was a stairway to heaven.
Never imagining it was a misstep into the abyss!
He had pursued strength for the sake of pride, then cast aside his pride for the sake of strength.
What a joke!
He truly had lived like a joke!
"Master, y-your disciple has wronged you!"
Han Feng dropped to his knees and frantically smashed his head against the ground.
Just then, another soul was sent into this place.
Han Feng's head was kicked into the ground.
"You stupid dog, what's the use of