Yan Shan felt the murky black mud completely envelop his body.
Zhou Bai slowly walked past him in his last line of sight, his face seeming to constantly melt away to reveal the pitch-black filth beneath.
A cold voice emanated from that distorted form.
"Originally, before the Dao debate, I just wanted to cultivate quietly and live the life of an ordinary student…"
"You really shouldn't have meddled so much."
Yan Shan kept unleashing the force of his Primordial Spirit, yet felt it crazily eroded whenever it left his body.
He wanted to speak but couldn't shout a single word; he could only watch as his vision was covered by darkness and his consciousness grew increasingly dim, finally losing consciousness completely.
In a hazy daze, he seemed to enter a dream.
