On the Desolate Island.
Jiang Ning slowly opened the Golden Box in his hands.
The next moment.
"Believe in me, and the flesh shall live forever..."
"Offer worship to me, and the flesh shall ascend..."
"Serve me, and the flesh shall never perish..."
"..."
That voice, as if murmuring beside his ear, rang out in his ears once more, and that familiar environment surfaced again and again.
The instant the illusion of a boundless Blood Sea, with corpses sinking and floating, appeared, Jiang Ning's pupils shrank slightly. His erupting Spiritual Force Field immediately shattered the illusion before his eyes.
Everything that had just happened was like a hallucination now. By his ears, there was only the oncoming lake wind, and the echo of waves striking the reefs.
"This really is a little evil!" Jiang Ning muttered to himself as he looked at the Deity Statue before him, soaked in bloody water.
Immediately, his gaze fell on the blood water inside the box.
In the morning, he had taken Ten Drops of Hundred Spirits Blood from the box and given them to Qingyi. Now, the blood water inside the box had clearly dropped by a small section, roughly one-tenth of the total amount.
At the same time.
As the box opened, Jiang Ning instantly smelled a rich fragrance at his nose. This fragrance could not be described by any scent he had ever smelled.
Rather, it was a fragrance that came from the instincts of the body—the craving of every cell within him.
It seemed this blood had tremendous benefits for the human fleshly body, making the fleshly body give rise to this uncontrollable greed.
Afterward, a drop of blood floated out from the box, and Jiang Ning immediately closed the lid of the Golden Box.
Once the lid closed, only