Source 2

Lin Sheng had actually noticed long ago that there was something wrong with the dream realm.

That kind of brutal trial. The devastation to the brain, the damage to the soul.

It was only because he was a transmigrator, and his innate soul was far stronger than others', that he had been able to continuously recover within the dream realm.

Otherwise, for any other trial-taker, it would truly have been hell-level difficulty!

Because they likely had no way to restore their souls. Dying three times in a row within the dream realm meant complete death.

But there was no absolute justice or evil in this world. He was no three-year-old child who could be convinced by some casual spiel.

"Alright. Since you've managed to come here, it means your realm and strength have already reached the peak that she and I once attained. The road ahead will have to rely entirely on yourself." Anselia's tone softened.

She gently raised a hand and pulled open the clothing over her chest.

Then—

Sshhk!!

Her palm suddenly became like a blade, plunging deeply into the skin of her chest.

Her hand pierced into her chest cavity.

Then she dug outward.

With a tearing sound, accompanied by the wet noise of flesh being ripped apart, a red heart that slowly pulsed without cease appeared in Anselia's hand.

"Take it. Everything she and I have is here. Inherit all that we are, and fight for the last hope of all living beings! The final path!!"

Smiling, Anselia lightly tossed the heart toward Lin Sheng.

The instant the heart left her hand, it dissolved and scattered, turning into countless red specks of light that rapidly spun around Lin Sheng from every direction.

All the specks of light seemed to be naturally absorbed by Lin Sheng. In