The Nine-Aperture Strange Stone suddenly exploded, and a figure flew out from within.
As he looked at the unfamiliar surroundings, memories came flooding back like a surging tide.
"Aaaah!"
Chen Changsheng, resurrected from death, clutched his head and wept bitterly. He knew he had lost this gamble—and lost beyond all redemption.
Pain driven to its extreme, Chen Changsheng began crazily slapping himself.
No one knew how long passed before the exhausted Chen Changsheng finally fainted.
When he woke again, Chen Changsheng took many fist-sized chunks of divine source from the System Space.
Within every one of those divine sources was sealed a drop of Essence Blood.
Sadly, all of that Essence Blood had now lost its vitality.
"System, isn't your space capable of isolating everything?"
"Why has all their Essence Blood lost its vitality?"
In response to Chen Changsheng's question, an electronic voice rang out in his mind.
"Replying to Host, the System Space can indeed isolate everything, but it cannot isolate the erosion of time."
"Two Hundred Thousand Years is fatal poison to living beings, and even more fatal to a drop of Essence Blood."
"But..."
Chen Changsheng opened his mouth to say something, yet the words remained forever caught at his lips.
He had long known that the Four Madmen would come to kill him, and he had long prepared countless contingencies.
Yet no matter how carefully Chen Changsheng guarded against them, he could never guard against the erosion of time.
"Smack!"
Faced with this result, Chen Changsheng collapsed limply to the ground.
Seeing Chen Changsheng in this state, the System said, "Does Host intend to abandon the revenge plan?"
"It isn't abandonment. I just feel there's no meaning in it anymore."
Lying on the ground, Chen Changsheng said listlessly, "Even if I find a way to kill