Ye Xuan was startled.
The mechanical sound in his mind became more urgent than usual.
It seemed to be reluctant to let Ye Xuan have further contact with this Nest of Life.
Ye Xuan, unphased by superstitions, reached out and touched the gate to the secret realm.
Swoosh!
A pain, as if his brain was exploding in half, struck him.
And numerous bizarre images, along with bursts of whispered voices, also appeared in his mind.
"I... I don't want to die yet..."
"If I could have another chance to start over..."
"I will make them all buried with me!"
...
"Ah."
Ye Xuan roared loudly and then woke up from his faint.
That inexplicable anger and unwillingness still lingered in his heart, unable to dissipate for a long time.
"You're awake?"
An expressionless Li Xingyu glanced at Ye Xuan and said, "Now that you're awake, drink these medicines, they can calm and focus the mind."
Li Xingyu handed a bowl of dark medicinal soup to Ye Xuan.
