After Lin Shisan said, "I'll risk it," he went completely still for an instant.
He could not let Zi Yuner raise her cultivation any further. He had heard the legend of the Heaven's Chosen too.
Although it was only a legend, what if it was true? He could not let Zi Yuner perish because of him in the Danyang Sect's Nine Yang Pavilion.
"Heh heh heh..."
Lin Shisan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his lips curling into a chilling smile.
Without further hesitation, he gripped both ends of the Myriad Souls Banner and yanked them apart. The ink-black banner did not tear. Instead, it dissolved between his fingers into countless fine strands of black light. Like living black snakes, the strands scrambled to burrow into his skin.
Lin Shisan's body suddenly stiffened. His pupils abruptly dilated, then contracted sharply.
His entire consciousness felt as though an invisible hand had seized it. From his brow to the back of his head, from his chest to his dantian, something was being pulled out of him and stuffed back in... His knees buckled, and he crashed heavily onto the stone floor. His knees shattered a paving brick, but he could no longer feel the pain.
The wind and fire, the shouts, and the spiritual light in the Nine Yang Pavilion all vanished at that moment.
He had entered an unfamiliar world, standing in darkness that held nothing at all. There was no ground beneath his feet, no sky overhead. The emptiness in every direction made his scalp crawl. He glanced down at his hands. His skin was turning transparent, starting at his fingertips.
Like a sheet of water-soaked paper, he was slowly dissolving and dissipating. Those things surged up from the darkness.
The first ghost soul poked its head