In the darkness, Lin Fan could feel nothing. His limbs and torso were gone. All that remained was excruciating pain.
Still, he firmly believed that none of this was real. His mind had lost its way; once he endured this tempering, boundless seas and skies awaited him.
Hell, vengeful ghosts, the howls of demonic gods-all of it was an illusion, a means of frightening him. His body had to be right where it had been.
Yet it felt far too real. He could find no flaw; every sensation was indistinguishable from reality.
"Yellow Springs Fruit, you're truly twisted!"
Lin Fan roared, trying to wake from this nightmare and escape this mental prison. Even if he knew this was tempering his Primordial Spirit, surely there had to be a limit.
But the darkness stretched without end. He had no idea how long he had been here and could not feel time passing. A day, a month, a year...
Gradually, his consciousness grew hazier. The flame of his life was about to go out, returning him to oblivion!
"Fuck, haven't you put me through enough? Let me wake up already!"
Lin Fan shouted helplessly, unable to move an inch. Not a shred of flesh remained on him, and even his remaining bones were submerged in blood-red magma, unbearably hot.
Moreover, the magma possessed a strange power that constantly wore away his consciousness. It was as though he were inside a divine furnace that sought to burn away everything he was, leaving not a trace.
This alarmed him terribly. He struggled and held on, refusing to sink into oblivion here, trying again and again to wake.
Yet no method or stimulus could change his plight. His will grew hazy, on the verge of being utterly erased from existence. It was terrifying.
**"No! My