This Was an Accident

A threadlike spatial rift floated before Cang Nan, writhing faintly in midair like a half-conscious worm.

From the center of the rift hung a strand of spirit particles emitting a faint black glow, its other end connected to Cang Nan's palm. Feeling the aura transmitted through the black thread, Cang Nan raised an eyebrow slightly. "This spiritual pressure really is... a Hollow?"

Just as he said, the thread was quietly transmitting the spiritual pressure of a Hollow.

Yet Cang Nan himself felt no abnormalities, and no signs resembling Hollowfication appeared on his face or body.

"Looks like the black mist's effect wasn't just my imagination. It truly..."