On the deserted island.
Jiang Ning slowly opened the golden box in his hand.
The next moment.
"Believe in me, and your flesh shall live forever."
"Offer tribute to me, and your flesh shall ascend."
"Serve me, and your flesh shall never perish."
"..."
That voice, like a whisper in his ear, rang out again, and that familiar scene surfaced once more.
The instant the illusion of an endless sea of blood with corpses floating within it appeared, Jiang Ning's pupils contracted slightly. The mental force field erupting from him immediately shattered the illusion before his eyes.
Everything that had just happened now seemed like an illusion. Beside his ears remained only the lake wind blowing at him and the echoes of waves crashing against the reefs.
"It really is a little evil!" Jiang Ning muttered as he looked at the divine statue soaking in blood.
Then, his gaze fell upon the blood inside the box.
That morning, he had taken ten drops of Hundred-Spirit Blood from the box and given them to Lin Qingyi. Now, the blood inside had clearly fallen by a small amount, roughly one-tenth of the total.
At the same time.
As the box opened, Jiang Ning immediately smelled an intense fragrance. It was unlike any scent he had ever encountered.
Rather, it was a fragrance born from bodily instinct, a craving from every cell within him.
It seemed that this blood offered enormous benefits to the human body, stirring an uncontrollable greed within his flesh.
Then, a drop of blood floated out of the box, and Jiang Ning immediately shut the lid of the golden box.
Once the lid was closed, the cravings of every cell in his body greatly diminished.
Though the floating drop of blood before him still held an incomparable allure for