Thick black smoke gushed from the Dark Cuisine Pot.
One second. It took just one second-or even less!
Luo Yuan's stomach churned, and nausea battered his mind like a raging storm.
Recently, to improve himself, he had come into contact with many low-intensity occult items. By exposing himself to them, resisting them, and maintaining his self-awareness, he had increased his mental resistance.
Yet the instant the Dark Cuisine's surging nausea struck, he crumbled.
"Too terrifying." Luo Yuan shifted his attention to the other half of the screen, where the flawlessly beautiful sword appeared alongside Ke Meng, whose looks were equally beyond reproach.
In that instant, his heart felt like a parched desert nourished by a spiritual spring, or an old tree coming back to life.
On one side was a perfect sword; on the other, the terrifying Dark Cuisine Pot.
The two extremes battled for supremacy in his heart, neither willing to yield.
Luo Yuan finally understood what Shirley and Tangyuan had experienced as they watched through narrowed eyes.
That feeling made him want to die.
It was unbearable.
One side's beauty reached deep into his heart, while the other side's disgust did the same.
An extreme experience, and extreme suffering.
Was this guy even human anymore?
Luo Yuan tapped pause and exited the video.
Without the video, the combined effects of extreme beauty and extreme revulsion disappeared. He took great gulps of air, and even his suppressed spirituality seemed to spring to life.
Strange. Suddenly, this felt a little pleasant.
Luo Yuan touched his chest. His lungs were rapidly expanding and contracting as his breathing quickened.
"How do you feel?" Ke Meng asked from beside him.
"It seems to have an extraordinary appeal." Luo Yuan's chest gradually settled, and he frowned. His spirituality seemed to have grown slightly.
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