Wang Ku even felt that he had become so engrossed in reading this book that he was hallucinating.
How could he see his own name in the book? Even the things that happened in his dreams had been recorded within it.
This was a little terrifying and bizarre.
He frowned, a sense of foreboding rising within him.
He continued reading.
"Under Black Heaven's shroud, none below the fourth layer of Yang Spirit can withstand it."
"Although Qi Yuan entered the realm of the Pseudo Yang Spirit Fourth Layer, he was not truly at the fourth layer of Yang Spirit."
"In the first hundred million years, he lost his eyes and could no longer see any material thing in the world."
"Over the next several hundred million years, he lost his ears, eyebrows, and nose. He could no longer hear the wind or smell the fragrance of flowers and grass."
"In the final hundred million years, he lost his mouth. The things he lost kept increasing."
"One day, he would lose everything—his flesh, his consciousness, his true spirit—and step into the fourth layer of Yang Spirit, becoming another Black Heaven."
Wang Ku's expression was inscrutable as he read this.
"So, you need to go see the female lead!" he desperately wanted to tell the male lead.
But the male lead now did not even have hearing. Would shouting do any good?
After night fell, Wang Ku entered his dream once more and saw that battered figure again.
That figure was thin and frail, its features shattered, standing tall beneath the Azure Sky as it alone resisted the terrifying black bubbles.
This scene had continued for who knew how many hundreds of millions of years.
"Hey, go see the female lead!" Wang Ku roared with all his strength.
Yet that figure stood