The author of the Formless Chaos Heart Codex was an Old God whom even Hastur feared somewhat. The shadow before him had indirectly admitted its identity.
With that, things became rather strange.
It was not Yu Jing who had bonded with the Formless Chaos Heart Codex, but the useless soul created by Hastur. The purpose had been to prevent Yu Jing from coming into contact with this Old God. Why, then, had it appeared in Yu Jing's dreams? That was worth pondering.
"Why are you here... Could it be?"
"Have you figured it out? Still, you'd better be careful. Hastur isn't a good person. Work hard on practicing the Heart Codex."
Crash, crash! Suddenly, a huge amount of seawater poured in through the top of the cave, quickly flooding the lower section where Yu Jing stood.
"I hope that when we meet again, you'll have improved even more."
"Wait..."
Just as Yu Jing wanted to confirm one thing through this person, the seawater descended.
A bone-chilling cold spread through Yu Jing's entire body, and the cave dream collapsed.
When Yu Jing opened his eyes, he found himself lying flat on a stone bed. When he tried to move, he discovered that all four limbs ached terribly, making it difficult to shift.
"Not bad. Your body is sturdier than I imagined."
In Yu Jing's field of vision appeared Commissioner Ruan and Senior Zhen Zhen.
"Commis..."
Just as Yu Jing was about to speak, an unbearable sensation spread throughout his body. He abruptly turned over and began vomiting violently.
Everything that came out of Yu Jing's mouth consisted of dark yellow, broken tentacles mixed with seawater, along with a stench resembling a sewer and rotting organs.
The vomiting lasted a full half hour before finally stopping. Several times during it, Yu Jing