The moment Wu Feng thought of becoming a nameless person afterward, his fury erupted.
Wu Feng became uncanny once again.
After becoming uncanny, Wu Feng's body suddenly shot upward. From a normal height, he instantly surged to over a hundred meters tall.
Heads floated above his skin, drifting about frenziedly. Each one provided Wu Feng with energy.
Wu Feng's energy piled up madly. He could feel that his body and his inner world had already reached the breaking point.
It seemed that as long as he broke through that point, he would be able to leave this abyss.
Wu Feng finally understood that this abyss was not a real abyss, but an existence born from the mind.
It was like those supposed countless versions of himself. If you believed in them, they would all exist. But once you stopped believing in their existence, they would not appear before you.
Wu Feng desperately tried to make himself believe that those countless versions of himself did not exist at all.
But now, it was completely useless. Wu Feng was still in the abyss, and he could still see the man holding the flute walking casually toward him.
The Two Thousand and Ninetieth Chapter: A Wisp of Ghostly Soul
The Two Thousand and Ninetieth Chapter: A Wisp of Ghostly Soul
The man looked at Wu Feng with smug satisfaction and said leisurely, "You should accept your fate. Come, hand your identity over to me. Once you do, I'll take your place and live a cultivation life even better than yours."
Seeing the way this fellow acted as though he had Wu Feng completely in his grasp, Wu Feng ground his teeth and roared furiously, "Impossible! You aren't me, and I'll never let you take my place!"
As he spoke, Wu Feng's body grew