The stars were resplendent, and the tranquil wilderness seemed to be asleep.
Ye Qiu's gaze flickered uncertainly as flashbacks flitted through his eyes, among which the unwilling, struggling face of Adam in his dying moments made a deep impression on him.
"I actually killed him..." Ye Qiu murmured, the image of his own self in his mind, like a demon from the abyss, so powerful that even Adam had fallen by his hand.
What exactly was this black qi?
Why did it turn me into that?
The shock in Ye Qiu's mind was no less intense than that of the people outside because using the black qi was a gamble. Under the use of his penetrative gaze, the black qi was finally activated. At the same time, it instantly eroded his mind, turning him into a cold and ruthless Ye Qiu.
The version of himself in his mind, Ye Qiu felt estranged from; he had never imagined himself to be like that.
