However, this thing right now has too great an impact on him.
It's even difficult to meditate.
Whenever he does anything, all he hears is the undead's whispering.
Even closing his eyes, the Heavenly Tomb seems close at hand.
It's utterly impossible to focus his mind.
Su Ping let out a long breath, forcing himself to calm down, then immersed his consciousness deep into his soul.
As expected, in that vague perception, Su Ping saw the thing from before.
That grey-white flame.
This is it!
Su Ping instinctively reached out with his soul power,
Sure enough, the insane whispers of the Heavenly Tomb increased in frequency, becoming more real.
A grimace of agony emerged on Su Ping's cheeks.
It's definitely more than just a voice; it's a torment on the mental will.
Such torment, not to mention that Su Ping thinks of himself as not having a steel-like will, even those with such a will would struggle to resist this thing.
