"Oh? I'll experience pain, torment, and downfall?
"And the longer I endure it, the better the effect?"
Hearing this, Ye Fan showed a look of understanding.
Ever since he had embarked on the martial path,
he had understood one principle: if one wanted to achieve something, one had to pay the corresponding price.
Even this Origin Dao Treasure bestowed by the Grand Hall Master of the Black Dragon Divine Hall
was certainly not something he could enjoy without lifting a finger.
He still had to work hard himself to bring out the best effects of this Dao Treasure!
"Alright, I'm ready."
Ye Fan nodded confidently.
Then,
Ye Fan felt the Origin Dao Treasure, which resembled a crystalline fish scale,
shoot into his Sea of Consciousness with a whoosh.
In an instant,
Ye Fan felt as though his Sea of Consciousness had undergone an interstellar explosion, filled with crimson light.
Then,
Ye Fan felt his consciousness sinking.
This descent felt like restarting his life, yet also like a simulator.
In this life,
Ye Fan did not possess the slightest spiritual root. Even though he gritted his teeth and worked desperately, pouring out all his sweat,
all he gained in the end was an insurmountable chasm barring him from entering the Spirit Stream Realm.
His younger sister was bullied, and his father was severely injured.
His family was destroyed, and they all perished.
Ye Fan felt a fire burning in his chest.
That flame burned ever more fiercely,
as if it were about to set him ablaze.
He felt stifled and anguished, yet could only let out helpless sighs.
In the end, he died in despair.
Although the process was long and painful, and the ending incomparably tragic,
all he saw was his family being bullied while he could do nothing.
Meng