Pain!
Agonizing pain!
Pain that pierced to the marrow!
Wave after wave of agony struck. Qin Hao felt his nerves and soul go numb, as though he had lost all sensation.
His consciousness gradually blurred, but instinctively, he kept directing his Glazed Stone Soul to devour.
Some conviction seemed to sustain him. As his awareness faded, only one thought remained: devour!
Devour everything!
He would devour whatever he encountered.
Devour like a madman!
Crunch, crunch!
He swallowed two more mouthfuls, and the Great Dao Spirit-Seizing Art circulated on instinct.
Then Qin Hao swallowed another two mouthfuls.
But...
This time, his jaws closed on nothing.
It's gone? How can it be gone?
Panic surged through Qin Hao's subconscious.
How can there be nothing?
If there's nothing, what am I supposed to devour?
Qin Hao turned without thinking. Then, as though sensing something, he opened his mouth and bit down again.
There's more!
There's more over here, and here too...
Devour it all!
That faint, flickering sensation filled Qin Hao with wild delight. Under the terrible agony, his consciousness had blurred, and he could no longer see.
The Glazed Stone Soul began Devouring again.
But Qin Hao had no idea...
Crunch, crunch!
"No!!!"
Inside Qin Hao's Mindscape, the Little Sword Jian Wu Martial Soul, once nearly ten feet long, had been reduced to its hilt.
The Undying Lord was only one step away from Devouring it completely.
And yet...
As though something had shattered within him, pain filled the Crimson-glowing eyes of the Undying Lord's hideous head. Then his consciousness slowly began to dissipate...
The Soul Crystal... shattered...
That was the Undying Lord's final thought as his Devouring Soul faded.
There's more. Over here too.
Keep devouring!
Huh? I think I've grown.
What is this?
*Where am I? What am I