The Fool Who Didn't Know Better

The helplessness and despair of death instantly surged into his heart.

Before Yang Yuanhong could process the feeling, the next dragon soul had already followed seamlessly, descending upon him once more.

This time, it was still that colossal shadow that killed him. Only, unlike his previous death, this time he was thrown into a boiling vat of oil and fried alive.

Under the weight of two layers of deathly shadow, Yang Yuanhong already felt somewhat suffocated.

Had these been ordinary illusions of death, he would certainly have remained unmoved. But because he cultivated the Dragon-attributed variant body, after experiencing this "death by becoming a dragon," that crushing grief and despair lingered in his heart for a long while, impossible to dispel.

What was even more fatal was that these successive experiences of death gave him no chance to catch his breath at all.

The moment one ended, the next began.

Thus, in just a quarter of an hour, Yang Yuanhong had already experienced six different ways of dying.

And every one of those six deaths had come from that vast, desolate shadow in the heavens.

Yang Yuanhong did not even have time to consider its identity before he was dragged into the seventh cycle of death.

Such dense and lifelike experiences of death had already caused Yang Yuanhong to instinctively fear that immense shadow beyond the sky.

When it appeared once more, his heart shuddered, and his dragon body began trembling uncontrollably.

"Why am I so afraid?"

"No, I clearly know these are all illusions, all fake. Why...?"

Whoosh—

Swish, swish, swish...

Just as Yang Yuanhong was losing his composure, another urgent sound of wind-piercing and cloud-rending rang out.

Rolling his eyes toward it, he saw arrows filling the skies, descending from beyond the heavens like a torrential downpour.

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