Jiang Qiao's gaze was dark.
The evil spirit constantly radiated an ominous aura. Its waving tentacles stirred the surrounding shadows, as if countless lurking fiends were itching to crawl out of the Dark Space.
He had set foot in the Supernatural Circle for more than ten years.
Yet this was the first time he had sensed such pressure from an existence of the same level.
It wasn't a Half-God.
Yet it was like one!
"Hehehe!"
The resentful souls sewn into the evil spirit let out cold, sinister laughter that was especially chilling. Pair after pair of tightly shut dead eyes slowly opened and glared at Jiang Qiao with venom and savagery.
It was as if Jiang Qiao had some irreconcilable grudge with them, a life-and-death enmity!
"People don't become ghosts after they die."
"These resentful souls are actually just transformations of resentment, a negative magnetic field."
"The River of Forgetfulness..."
"This river has accumulated an unimaginable amount of negative energy."
"They even possess fragments of memory—the remnants last imprinted upon this world before people died. The more unwilling, desperate, and regretful they were, the deeper those Imprints became."
"People die."
"The Imprints remain."
"And those Imprints happen to be able to merge with the resentment in the River of Forgetfulness..."
Jiang Qiao quickly understood the evil spirit's origin.
"In essence, it's a collection of resentment."
"And its true form..."
He looked up at the increasingly cold sun in the sky and muttered, "It's the concept of resentment."
"Resentment is like the sun."
"It shines on everyone."
"And it shines into their hearts."
"Whether they are living people or evil entities, once their actions are tainted by resentment..."
"They enter a state of destruction."
"Destroying themselves."
"And destroying others."
"Hating themselves, and hating the world."
In a trance.
He saw countless