Behind the beaded curtain.
Pei Ling still wore the appearance of the Faceless Great Immortal, sitting cross-legged in the shrine.
Inside him, the surging Curse Power grew more and more abundant, more and more powerful. Very soon, it surpassed the limits his body could bear.
The Curse Power seemed endless, pouring into his flesh without pause. And besides the Curse Power, there was also pure, surging hatred, intense and unadulterated resentment, countless fates, and vast, mighty Law power...
BOOM!!!
The next moment, the Divine Statue Pei Ling had disguised himself as exploded with a thunderous crash, instantly bursting into a cloud of drifting dust.
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Darkness.
He could not tell up from down or left from right, nor feel the passage of time.
Pei Ling felt that he had lost all his power. In an empty void where nothing existed, he kept falling, and falling...
Scenes from his memories flashed past his eyes like fleeting reflections...
He had bitterly cultivated for eighteen years before finally activating the system, only to be beset by one calamity after another. He had fought Wu Tingxi in a life-or-death struggle and narrowly emerged victorious. Upon first entering the Chongming Sect, he had slain three fellow disciples in the night, then fled for his life straight into another wolf's den. His trip to Luoshan City had brought him within a hair's breadth of death several times. Just as he had caught his breath, fate had led him into the perilous Han Family Manor, beginning his connection to the inheritance of "Zhou."
After that came the Outer Sect Grand Competition. He had won all three battles at Huaiyin Peak, stood unrivaled at Ruoxiu Peak, and finally made a name for himself in a battle at Mirror Heaven, entering the sights of the Chongming Sect's upper ranks...