Under Shen Junxue's incredulous gaze, Ye Lin reached out without the slightest hesitation, grabbed one of the drops of gray blood, and swallowed it.
"Madman."
Watching everything unfold, Shen Junxue thought to herself. A madman—Ye Lin was a madman through and through.
These two things were indeed fragments of a Weird Sacred Relic, and no one knew whether the things they had created contained any danger.
What Ye Lin had done was no different from gambling with his own life. What if—what if this blood was related to the weird? What if swallowing it turned him into something weird?
At that moment, Shen Junxue finally understood. Cultivation and seeking the Dao relied on more than just overwhelming talent...
Looking at Ye Lin, she gritted her teeth and swallowed the remaining gray blood in one gulp as well. They had already come this far; it was impossible for her to give up again.
"Ah..."
Suddenly, Ye Lin's formerly calm face twisted into an expression of extreme agony. The next moment, he passed out cold, his body lying on the ground, his fate unknown.
Shen Junxue in the distance was no different. Her eyes rolled back, and in the end, she collapsed onto the ground.
Two True Immortal cultivators lay there without any defenses atop this desolate, lifeless star.
If not for the formation Ye Lin had set up earlier, their lives might truly have been in danger.
Ye Lin had a dream—a very, very long dream.
In the dream, he saw a world of Chaos. Within that chaotic world, there was no concept of heaven or earth; everywhere was nothing but Chaos.
Ancient, desolate, lonely, barren—this was the true portrait of that world.
But in the end, a giant was born within that world of Chaos, a giant identical to a