Boom—!
The power of chaos exploded with a thunderous roar, gray fog sweeping across the sky in every direction. Lu Cang's eyes were bloodred, his sockets brimming with scalding mist. He knew better than anyone what he had just done.
In his mind, countless roars were still echoing madly, shrill and savage, coiling tightly around that single consciousness.
Those consciousnesses wrapped around Lu Cang's tiny awareness.
A past of hundreds of millions of years pressed down upon a human consciousness as brief as a breath!
"You can't suppress me!"
"I am you! I am you! I am you!"
"Even if you die, I'll burst out of your body!"
"Even if you don't die, I'll keep hiding in the depths of your heart until the day you accept me willingly!"
"You will never be able to break free of me!"
"Because you were me to begin with!"
Lu Cang suddenly clenched his fist and smashed it hard into his own chest—with a crisp crack, his heart shattered in an instant. Violent agony spread through every limb and bone in his body, yet it could not dispel the frenzied roars in his mind.
But the agony that showed no sign of fading made Lu Cang a little clearer-headed.
The consciousness of the Foul Source Nest piled up in his mind like a tide, madly corroding his sanity.
But at the very least, he was still himself.
"Lu Cang."
Aegimiss's voice came from the depths of chaos, distant yet carrying an unquestionable pressure. The chaos filling the sky slowly covered toward Lu Cang like a living thing. "What is the meaning of this? Our battle line should have been the same!"
"If Yakartikto doesn't die, then you must die! This world cannot tolerate a vessel of the Foul Source Nest."
"Where Yakartikto exists,