The lake water continually resounded with a deep rumble.
It was a reverberation and howl potent enough to stir the soul, spreading upward from the lake bottom, achieving resonance with the ground, causing the earth to shake and the mountains to tremble, enough to weaken anyone’s legs. If this scene were to unfold in the real world, it would be a heavenly punishnt.
Humm——
The calm surface of the lake began to ripple, expanding outward in circles from the center of the endless Spiritual Energy Lake. This scene inevitably made the onlookers’ hearts race, but the boy standing by the lake showed an extraordinarily calm expression, allowing the lake water to slap against his body without moving an inch.
"Who am I?"
The boy quietly looked at the lake surface as this question suddenly flashed through his mind.
He certainly wasn’t brain-damaged; he knew he was Jiang Feng. The "Who am I" he spoke of was a question directed at the hidden Serpent beneath the dark waters, but that colossal creature could never give him an answer.
Perhaps even that Serpent itself couldn’t provide an answer.
As his cultivation progressed, Jiang Feng felt increasingly unease the further he advanced, not because he encountered any barriers in his cultivation but because it went too smoothly.
So smoothly as if his life had been pre-planned, walking a path manipulated by invisible hands.
"Talent, aptitude, abilities."
"Only those who truly possess these can be considered top-tier cultivators, can truly reach the end of this path. But am I truly a genius or just diocre? Or perhaps..."
"A fraud."
As he stared at the roiling lake surface, the thought couldn’t help but flash through the boy’s mind.
He had long harbored self-doubt, a falsehood hidden within his heart, or rather an unease about the hidden dangers of his body.
Because he possessed no so-called talents; his sole advantage was his identity as a so-called "transmigrator." Many believed that Jiang Feng had a powerful physique, possessing talents superior to ordinary cultivators, but he understood in his heart.
All those things were given to him by others, not of his own making.
"A perfect body."
"Filled with strength, wide ridians, resilient, refined by several fifth-grade Elixirs, and further tempered by the Essence Blood of Xuan Xiaozi, now this physique could probably rival a Nascent Soul Stage expert."
"But the problem is."
"Damn it, this isn’t my body..."
The boy sighed deeply.
The lake water still lashed against his body, soaking through his clothes, but quickly slid off continuously along his garnts. It wasn’t real liquid but rather a manifestation of Spiritual Energy compressed and purged to the extre. With his current strength, even scooping up so with a casual motion was enough to overwhelm his body.
Even if a Nascent Soul Stage expert exhausted all their strength to condense Spiritual Energy here, it would barely be equivalent to a re splash of water. One can imagine how terrifyingly valuable this Spiritual Energy Lake is, but the problem lies precisely in.
The stronger his physique, the more pressure he could endure, which ant the "bodily possession" was progressing more swiftly, and that ti would arrive sooner.
"The body is a vessel fabricated by the Demon Night True Monarch, so this is fundantally not my talent but soone else’s gift."
"Without this body, forget about fighting with Gu Miyun, I would’ve perished in the rain three years ago."
"Without this body, I couldn’t possess my current cultivation speed. I’ve checked the ridians of those junior sisters, and even checked the flexibility of their muscles and bones, even a prodigy like Liang Yu’s ridians aren’t half as wide or resilient as mine, common people’s ridians won’t even reach three-tenths of mine."
"Without this body, most of the skills I’ve learned and researched, about eighty percent, I probably couldn’t use, like Thunder Dragon Entwining, Thunder Yuan Entering the Body, Divine Sword Thunder, Red Sun Infinite, Breaking Demon Frost..."
"All these so-called top-tier skills can only be perford given a potent physique, without this body, the only techniques I could really use might be just Paper Folding and fooling around with Yin Souls."
Looking at the pitch-black lake before him, Jiang Feng wobbled his head while sighing and reflecting.
Usually, he wouldn’t fall into such a state of mind because of his steadfast nature, adhering to his principles. But once a person falls into weakness, they’ll constantly encounter Heart Demons. Although he couldn’t say he was possessed by Heart Demons, his state of mind did show slight flaws.
Under such circumstances, if approached with malicious intent and exploited, it might lead to the other party...
"You don’t even deserve to toy with Yin Souls."
"Damn!"
Startled by the unexpected voice behind him, he slipped and fell headlong into the lake!
Splosh!
A slender but powerful hand directly grabbed him by the nape.
The mont he was grabbed, the endlessly corrosive Spiritual Energy Lake was entirely isolated, like a chick being lifted from the water, not only that, he was also shaken vigorously, scattering off all the lingering Spiritual Energy cleanly.
Then he was tossed directly onto the ground.
"Senior Sister, why is it you, scared to death."
He exhaled a long breath.
Liu Tangxi glanced at the boy, remaining as calm and indifferent as ever, just like the Senior Sister in his mory, her crimson lips moved slightly.
"The thod of manipulating Yin Souls relies on your Innate Divine Soul’s strength, coupled with your Innate Soul Devouring Physique, this Serpent needs to constantly consu Yin Souls to continually repair its Divine Soul, those residual mories in your mind are nothing more than remnants it couldn’t use after swallowing Yin Souls."
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