The Seedbed of Artifact Species (Twenty-Five)
His judgment had indeed been right. Once that obsessive streak kicked in, he'd turn on you faster than you could blink.
The situation had taken a sharp turn for the worse, but Fu Qian wasn't feeling particularly down.
Useful talent always came with risks. If he wasn't even prepared for that, how could he ever hope to manage people?
When he'd decided to make use of the Wanderer's obsession, he'd already imagined a scene like this.
And sure enough, it was closely connected to the Abyss. That final double hit of the word "Abyss" didn't just earnestly invite him to go there; it even naturally brought to mind the unexpected find he'd discovered deep in the mines beneath the Corrupt Forest.
Back then, after swallowing it before Mr. Luo could, he'd briefly gained an effect similar to Blasphemous Words.
And the final reward for the mission, which could be used to solidify the traits of a demigod form, was even named Abyssal Fog.
So it really was a divinity connected to the Abyss. No wonder the Corrupt Forest had been corroded so badly.
Of course, he wasn't in any hurry to visit again just yet.
"I appreciate the offer."
Feeling himself drawing ever closer to the Abyss, Fu Qian sighed softly. As he spoke, one corner of his mouth stretched all the way to his ear, exposing dark-red flesh.
And that wasn't the only wound. Before long, two-digit numbers of gashes had opened across his body.
Along with this change, the Abyss that had been a single step away suddenly receded. A surge of parting sorrow and reluctance welled up.
Of course, he hadn't activated the Old Day Engraving. He'd merely tried reversing the conversion.
Being eager to learn was one thing; once