Little Black's Confusion

Only at this moment did Little Black truly begin to scrutinize Lin Cheng.

Previously, at most, it had paid him some attention out of consideration for its master, this successor separated by who knew how many tens of thousands of years. Deep down, it had still looked down on him somewhat. But just now, after sensing that scene—whether it had been an illusion or not—Little Black finally placed Lin Cheng on equal footing with itself, or even in a position worthy of looking up to.

"This man is hiding a tremendous secret..." Even now, recalling that gaze, Little Black could not help but shudder.

It was too terrifying.

Having lived for so long, it was the first time it had encountered such a terrifying existence. The last time it had felt this way was during that dreadful battle, when it glimpsed that strange Black Tower that vanished in a flash. That heart-quaking terror, as though death could descend at any moment, had now returned.

Yet compared to back then, it was now more than a hundred times stronger.

But when it recalled those scenes from its memories, it still felt as if it had suffered through an inescapable nightmare. Whether it was that Black Tower or the figure of light from the illusion just now, both filled it with an indescribable terror.

"Just where did these people and Master come from? They're all demons..."

Little Black muttered to itself.

Of the three transmigrators Little Black had met, the most unfathomable was naturally Master's master—that old man who appeared utterly ordinary. It had originally thought Lin Cheng would be the weakest of them, but now it seemed this fellow was anything but simple as well, hiding many secrets.

Now that it thought about it carefully, Master seemed to be the weakest