"..." Chen Yao's expression froze. For some reason, this scene felt as though it came with its own background music. It was utterly absurd.
Ning Chuan spat out another mouthful of Black Blood and felt his life approaching its end. His flesh seemed no longer his own. A new will was sprouting within it, seeking to usurp control and defile his Primordial Spirit.
This terrified Ning Chuan. He did not actually object to returning to darkness. Although he had none within him, his faction had indeed developed from the forces of darkness. But all of that rested on the premise that he remained himself.
Judging by how the dark substance was eroding him now, he would soon cease to be himself. That was unacceptable.
It was possible to preserve oneself through Darkness Erosion. As far as he knew, the Foreign Realm's Divine Gu Clan was a dark race formed after the Gu Clan accepted the erosion of the Origin Ancient Artifact and suffered mass deaths. Moreover, the survivors had not had their original wills taken away after being eroded.
This showed that Darkness Erosion did not necessarily usurp the original will. There was a choice.
He had no desire whatsoever to have his Primordial Spirit eroded away while pledging allegiance, becoming another person in the truest sense.
"My lord, please show mercy! The new consciousness born within my body cannot help you! He has none of my memories, nor will he possess my keen intellect!" Ning Chuan cried out, all his earlier composure gone.
He felt he truly was about to die!
"Where did that backbone of yours go? All that talk about passing a test, about me being jealous of you-you made it sound so convincing that even I thought you had a real gift for spouting nonsense." Chen