Yue Qingshan's mind nearly exploded. Torrents of information crashed into him like mountain-shaking tsunamis bursting through a breached dam, and the vast intelligence seemed ready to blow his head apart.
The pain drove him mad. His brain could not bear the burden, cold sweat poured from his entire body, and bloody tears flowed from his clouded eyes.
In that instant, he felt as though he had been chopped into pieces and thrown into a vortex full of spinning blades. Every second brought all manner of agony so intense it could drive one insane.
"AAAAAAARGH!"
Yue Qingshan dropped to his knees, clutching his head as he roared, then threw back his head and howled at the sky, violently tearing at his tangled hair.
Just then, a cold voice rang out.
"Do you regret it?"
"Are you suffering?"
"Are you furious... Even so, what can you do? Without power, you are nothing. You can accomplish nothing. Do you understand? Only by grasping power can you turn heaven and earth on their heads and change this world full of injustice—"
The voice was full of temptation. It told Yue Qingshan that he had an opportunity. A once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity. In this world, only by giving could one receive. If he made a wish here and paid a sufficient price, he would have a chance to change his fate—to change this dogshit world.
"Then give me power... I want to blast those two Manifest God experts to pieces. I want to tear down this world full of injustice. And those damned cultivators—I want every last one of them dead!"
Very good!
Excellent!
That mysterious voice laughed.
"But do you know that this price is one you simply cannot afford?"
A sneer drifted out of the void.
"You want revenge for the Kuida Tribe. Whom do