"No! How could this happen? This is impossible! Things weren't supposed to turn out this way! This cannot be my fate!"
"Change... for me!"
Even trapped inside Jiang Yan's body, with the Cultivation Technique Modifier ravenously draining his essence, Sick Ghost still refused to stop struggling. Instead, he grew ever more frenzied.
Between life and death lay a great terror. This held true for every living being, and anomalies... were no exception.
Because they, too, were supernatural life-forms.
"Illusion and dream, truth and falsehood, reality and unreality."
Suddenly, a sacred, majestic voice rang out above Jiang Yan's head.
With a clang, an immense illusory gate abruptly appeared and slowly opened.
Deep within the gate lay a dreamscape of dazzling colors, with countless people crying out inside, seeming both real and unreal.
Splurt!
At that moment, one figure emerged from the crowd.
He was a tall, straight-backed young swordsman with handsome features and bright eyes. The vermilion mark between his brows was especially vivid and striking.
He smiled at Jiang Yan and said with emotion:
"Thank you, fellow Daoist, for stripping away my anomalous body and restoring me to myself. Now that I have broken free of my shackles, please allow me to return. I, Zheng Yuanzi, would be eternally grateful."
As he spoke, he firmly cupped his fists and bowed deeply, radiating a chivalrous spirit.
Clearly, this young swordsman must have been what Sick Ghost looked like before he was corrupted.
As his words fell, a strange power spread outward, even leaving Jiang Yan momentarily dazed.
At that instant, his words seemed like golden laws and jade decrees. Everyone ought to believe him, and everyone had to do as he said.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Seizing this opportunity, the connection between Jiang Yan and Sick Ghost weakened drastically. A blackish-blue beast