Within the trunk, Qin Chu's strength dispersed, yet these powers formed two completely different types.
On one side, there was dense darkness.
It radiated an eerie tension that made one's soul verge on madness and fragmentation.
The darkness resembled rolling clouds, yet seemed like a large block of rotting flesh emitting pungent stench, ceaselessly writhing.
A copious amount of slime flowed continuously through the darkness, falling to the ground below, instantly releasing a sizzling sound as thick white mist roiled over.
Even the Lord of Pleasure, upon perceiving that dense darkness, felt an indescribable stir deep within and fear, as if whispers of the indescribable reverberated in their ears.
It was like a desperate roar, or strange, twisted cries.
The Lord of Pleasure's lips fluttered ceaselessly.
They were very aware that hidden within that tree trunk was Qin Chu, a method left by the Fate Goddess Moile.
