On the deserted island.
Jiang Ning slowly opened the Golden Box in his hand.
The next moment.
"Believe in me, your flesh shall be eternal..."
"Tribute me, your flesh shall ascend..."
"Serve me, your flesh shall never perish..."
"..."
That voice, whispering in his ears, once again echoed in his mind, and the familiar environment once again emerged before him.
In the blink of an eye, as the Illusion Realm of endless Blood Sea with corpses floating appeared, Jiang Ning's pupils constricted, and the burst of his Spiritual Field instantly shattered the illusion in front of him.
What had just happened felt like a hallucination now, with only the lake breeze blowing against his face and the echo of waves crashing against the rocks filling his ears.
"There's indeed something sinister about this!" Jiang Ning muttered to himself as he looked at the statue of the God, immersed in the bloody water.
He then turned his attention to the blood in the box.
