"Or are you simply unafraid of the agony when you wake from dreams at midnight, your Spiritual Power flowing backward, your whole body feeling as though it were being sliced apart? Has that biting wind rising from nowhere within your Three Hun and Seven Po never frozen your Divine Soul and left you wishing you were dead?"
Hearing this, Cui Jiuyang suddenly understood why Hu Seventeen had constantly kept his Spiritual Power running wild, ready to self-detonate at any moment!
It turned out that practicing the arts on those two scraps of paper caused the side effects of reversed Spiritual Power and a frozen Divine Soul!
If he constantly maintained that extreme state of rampaging Spiritual Power, teetering on the brink of self-detonation, the reversal of Spiritual Power within him would very likely fail to take effect, while that scorching, violent Spiritual Power could also ease the agony of his Divine Soul freezing!
But... constantly walking the line between life and death on the brink of self-detonation held a tremendous, terrifying horror!
For Hu Seventeen to willingly face that trial of life and death rather than endure the pain, one could imagine just how horrific that torment must have been!
Presumably, those two side effects were precisely why Hu Seventeen had sought treatment at Mount Heming.
But Mister Danyang had discovered his secret, so he had simply gone all the way, slaughtering everyone at Mount Heming to silence them!
And enduring that inhuman torment and immense suffering all this time had utterly destroyed Hu Seventeen's sanity. He only looked normal on the surface; in truth, the madness deep within him had already driven him to the terrifying idea of detonating the Spiritual Vein!
Cui Jiuyang even suspected that Hu Seventeen's insane idea of detonating the Spiritual Vein had been deliberately