Spiritual Sea of Consciousness, White Fog Space.
Lin Bai and Xuantong stared at each other. Lin Bai was calm and composed, his gaze deep as a bottomless pool; Xuantong wore a smile, his expression sinister, bewitching, and ever-changing.
As the demonic flower in Lin Bai's eyes awakened once more, the afterimage Xuantong had left behind using the demonic flower as a medium also appeared in Lin Bai's sea of consciousness.
"My afterimage is about to reach its limit, Lin Bai. The day will come when we meet again. I hope you'll live well."
"Remember... your life can only be claimed by me!"
Xuantong stared at Lin Bai and flashed him a sinister smile. His figure gradually faded before Lin Bai's eyes, vanishing from this white fog space.
After Xuantong disappeared, the white fog space once again fell silent. Only a crooked old tree and goose-warm stones scattered across the ground remained.
Xuantong was the evil thought born within Lin Bai's body. The meaning of his existence was to kill Lin Bai and take his place.
As long as Lin Bai did not die, he could not count as a complete individual, nor as a living being.
As long as Lin Bai did not die, he would forever remain the embodiment of Lin Bai's evil thoughts.
After Xuantong vanished, Lin Bai's consciousness left the space of consciousness and returned to his body.
Although Lin Bai seemed to have chatted with Xuantong for quite some time in the space of consciousness, in reality, only an instant had passed in the outside world—no more than the time it took to blink.
"Heh heh heh heh... hehehe... hahahaha..." When Lin Bai's consciousness returned, that savage, eerie laughter was still ringing beside his ears.
But at this moment, the strange laughter no longer affected Lin