Qin Chao's consciousness drifted through the empty darkness like an ethereal ghost.
The darkness was far too deep, far too thick. Qin Chao floated through it without anything to hold on to, forgetting his name, forgetting where he had come from, and forgetting everything he had experienced.
He sank into the darkness, without purpose or hope.
The Soul Ring's color continued to deepen. That profound blackish purple seemed to eat away at Qin Chao's body bit by bit, and even the golden Heaven and Earth Tower in his right hand had dimmed considerably...
Just as Qin Chao was about to lose himself, a savage force suddenly surged from within his body. In his daze, he instinctively opened his mouth, and a beast's furious roar escaped his throat.
How could that roar be described?
It carried a ferocity that seemed to come from primordial antiquity, from the dawn of creation, from the time when all things were chaos. Beneath its supreme majesty lurked an unrivaled intent to kill.
Under the pressure of that beastly roar, every Soul Beast in the Soul Hunting Forest prostrated itself on the ground, shaking like chaff in a sieve. Some of the more timid Soul Beasts even fainted from fright. This fear came from the depths of their bloodlines, impossible to resist.
The black that had already spread across the Soul Ring gradually receded. Rather than increasing, the Soul Ring's age actually decreased, while a tiny point of light appeared in the darkness where Qin Chao's consciousness lingered.
Calls rang out beside Qin Chao's ears.
"You little brat, wake up. Time to train..."
"Little Qin Chao, come here and let me pat your head..."
"Qin Chao, cough up some gold coins, and your big brother will buy you something to eat..."
"I never joke..."
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