Wu Fangfang looked at the iron mask radiating scorching heat and put it on without the slightest hesitation.
"Sizzle~"
The sound of iron searing flesh rang out, and Wu Fangfang writhed and rolled across the ground in pain.
Seeing this, Lin Yuan asked curiously, "Young Master, is this mask really that powerful?"
"Of course. But this mask is not something just anyone can wear."
"Why?"
"Because this mask burns the soul. Only blood can soothe that agonizing burning sensation."
"If they cannot control themselves, the person using the mask will become a bloodthirsty monster."
"And what happens then?"
Lin Yuan asked instinctively. Chen Changsheng tilted his head and looked at him.
"I do not need bloodthirsty monsters. If she cannot control herself, then death is her only end. That is the price of gaining power quickly."
As he spoke, Chen Changsheng pointed at the unconscious Wu Fangfang.
"Take her out."
"She should wake up on her own in a few hours."
"Since you have already made your decision, I will begin training you tomorrow."
"After all, your current level is truly too poor. You are not even qualified to work for me."
Chang Sheng Epoch, Imperial Preceptor's Tomb.
Before the towering green mountains, a figure stood still for a long time.
"So much time has passed. Have you still not let go?"
"I let go long ago."
"If you have let go, then why did you come here?"
Faced with this question, Lu Mingyu fell silent for a moment before saying, "Because I want to bring Teacher back to the Pill Epoch. His body should not be buried here."
Chen Feng said calmly, "You tried this thirty thousand years ago. You know it cannot be done."
"The Chang Sheng Epoch is Teacher's homeland. His legacy and old friends are