Zhou Heng held his right arm straight out, letting blood drip from the tips of four fingers into the dark space. As he called to the four virus source species within him-deathly silence, decay, asphyxiation, and despair-he tried to sense the location of the "?????????" Secret Realm.
Soon, relying on his own not-insubstantial virus erosion percentage, Zhou Heng forcibly established a connection with the four virus source species-deathly silence, decay, asphyxiation, and despair-and sensed something fleeting. But just as he turned to look in that fleeting presence's direction, the enormous pure white book appeared again, its enormous words, "Not permitted," as vast as the stars.
One failure could not sway Zhou Heng. He continued sensing for the location of the "?????????" Secret Realm, and soon sensed that fleeting thing again. Once more, he cast his gaze toward it. This time was no different: the enormous words "Not permitted" blocked his path.
The third time, the fourth, the fifth... the hundredth. A full hundred attempts at sensing it all ended in failure after he found it and was blocked by "Not permitted."
"So this is what the top-ranked longevity-cursed species is capable of?" Zhou Heng took a deep breath. The pressure the top-ranked longevity-cursed species placed on him was indeed immense, but he was not worried. According to fate hint three, his helper, the ancient hero The Bystander, had yet to act.
The instant this thought arose in Zhou Heng's mind, an illusory figure appeared directly above the dark space he occupied. Seeing Zhou Heng's strange movements and sensing that aura, so distinctive that he could never forget it for all eternity, he fell silent.
He had thought Zhou Heng was an exceptionally special existence capable of stopping the longevity-cursed species, but he had never expected him to have been contaminated