Jiang Cong arrived in a barren land, where a chaos-like black mist was held sealed.
The moment the black mist saw him arrive, it let out a deep, evil laugh.
It spoke in the Ancient Language: "You've changed your mind, haven't you? You've finally given up your fantasies, haven't you?!"
Jiang Cong's expression betrayed neither joy nor anger. He did not even respond to its gloating words.
After a brief silence, he merely stated his terms in a calm, quiet voice. "I can feed you souls regularly, but I set the format and the rules."
Chaos seemed angered by this. "Who do you think you are, making demands of me?!"
Jiang Cong wore the faintest hint of a smile. He was no longer the youth who needed to borrow the black mist's power.
Over these hundreds of years, his abilities had grown to a level even Chaos could scarcely imagine.
If only he had been this strong back then... His Highness Che Quan would never have fallen into slumber.
At that thought, Jiang Cong's eyes dimmed for an instant, and he vented that bleak emotion on Chaos.
Barely a second after Chaos finished speaking, his agonized screams rang through the barren land.
"I-I understand! I'll do whatever you say!"
Their former bargain had been for Chaos to lend Jiang Cong his power, while Jiang Cong harvested souls for him as food and nourishment.
Of course, that depended on Jiang Cong being able to withstand that endlessly dark and evil power. It came from a mysterious ancient age; anyone not destined to wield it would burst apart and die once it took hold of them.
Che Quan, in his wandering-soul state, could understand and comprehend all of this because he, too, had invisibly passed through those hundreds of years alongside