Ah Yin noticed that something was off with Dugu Chen's expression as well and asked worriedly:
"Xiao Chen, what's wrong?"
Dugu Chen stroked the tips of Ah Yin's hair and forced a calm smile.
"It's nothing, Sister Ah Yin. Don't tell anyone about this."
He took a deep breath and lightly brushed his palm over the purplish-black mark on his forehead. It vanished in an instant.
A shadow had settled in Dugu Chen's heart. Why had the Evil God suddenly bestowed this inheritance upon him?
And what exactly had he meant by that final sentence—take good care of the borrowed power...?
Could it be that one day, the Evil God would come looking for him and reclaim that power?
Dugu Chen felt that this was highly possible. The power of a god was still far too overwhelming for mortals.
Even though his cultivation had already reached the rank of Title Douluo, when facing the Evil God, he still could not sense even the slightest ability to fight back.
He was still too weak...
Dugu Chen sharply inhaled, filling his lungs with cold air. As that chill spread through his body, his mind and consciousness gradually cleared.
Leaving the little house, he arrived at the summit of the valley. Gazing at the purple qi slowly rising in the distance, the turmoil in his heart gradually settled.
Dugu Chen sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes, and focused his mind as he carefully recalled everything that had happened in last night's dream.
Gradually, distorted ripples spread out from around him, and Dugu Chen's figure slowly faded away.
Yet it was not his physical body that vanished, but his presence. It was as though his aura had been erased from heaven and earth.
He was clearly standing there, yet he gave off