He seems to be fighting against some terrifying power!
It is an instinctual resistance from the depths of his soul!
His consciousness struggles painfully between wakefulness and downfall!
He seems to see a Corpse Mountain Blood Sea, hear the wails of countless living beings, witness the collapse of the cosmos, and behold a massive, indescribable dark shadow.
It is descending slowly, carrying endless malice!
"No!"
"I am not a tool!"
"I am not a 'seed'!"
"I am me!"
The youth shouted in his heart, his soul roaring!
He is a prodigy!
He was once the most dazzling star of a powerful sect!
With unparalleled talent, bearing the hope of reviving the sect!
However, a sudden incident made him lose everything.
The sect is destroyed.
Friends and family brutally killed.
He himself severely injured.
In despair, an ancient and cold voice echoed in his mind.
It promised to give him power, a chance for revenge.
