Torn in Half

The embryonic form of the Sky Swallowing Demonic Pot had slowly begun to take shape.

And as Zhou Feng continued refining it, his flesh and blood gradually fused with the Ten Thousand Year Old Immortal Pine.

Perhaps because of the Ten Thousand Year Old Immortal Pine, the Sky Swallowing Demonic Pot before him looked far gentler.

At least, it was less grotesque than before...

"I was a failure. I barely noticed whether the sunlight was bright or not, because I had no time.

"My parents couldn't support me, and I wasn't well educated. Alone in the city, I searched for a future.

"I looked for many jobs, but none would hire me. Maybe no one liked someone who wasn't good at talking, didn't enjoy socializing, and hadn't shown enough ability.

"I spent three whole days eating only two loaves of bread. Hunger kept me awake at night. Fortunately, I had paid a month's rent in advance, so I could keep living in that dark basement instead of going outside to endure the bitterly cold winter winds.

"Finally, I found a job—working night watch at a hospital, guarding the morgue.

"The hospital was even colder at night than I had imagined. The wall lamps in the corridors weren't lit, and everything was dim. I could only rely on the faint light spilling from the rooms to see where I was stepping.

"It smelled awful there. From time to time, the dead were brought in stuffed inside body bags, and we worked together to carry them into the morgue.

"It wasn't a very good job, but at least I could afford bread. I could also use my free time at night to study. After all, no one was willing to come to the morgue unless a corpse needed to be delivered or