Gan Mingfeng had some misgivings, but he still allowed the black mist to descend upon him.
In his view, this was likely the so-called bestowal of cultivation, Cleanse Marrow and Essence, the means to ascend to heaven in a single step.
It was not that he was foolish, but that the immense pressure from the outside world forced him to cling to hope.
Yet after the black mist fell upon Gan Mingfeng, it directly transformed into a small black cauldron mark that surfaced on his body. At the same time, his aura indeed surged dramatically. Not only were all of Gan Mingfeng's injuries healed, but his strength also increased by a great deal.
But it was nowhere near what that voice deep within him had promised—bestowing a hundred years of cultivation and improving his aptitude.
Nor was that all. Gan Mingfeng discovered in horror that after the black mist spread through his body, it was as though a cold and sinister consciousness, a soul, had entered him as well. It continuously spread, expanded, and occupied every corner of his body, finally becoming a seed planted within his Sea of Consciousness.
Outwardly, the black cauldron markings flickered, while Gan Mingfeng's once vividly colored eyes had turned completely black. They were pitch-dark, brimming with an ominous and gloomy aura. Anyone familiar with him would know at a glance that something was wrong.
Gan Mingfeng had not lost consciousness. Instead, he was clearer-headed than ever, yet his heart was filled with despair. He knew he had still fallen for it, deceived by the voice in his heart. This was no reward at all, but an enormous trap meant to completely control him, leaving his life and death no longer in his own hands.
Thinking carefully, from the moment he had believed himself different