Becoming Sovereign in Everlasting World - C84

“You don’t have to care about that. If we don’t have talent, it’s because we don’t have that kind of luck. We can just treat it as losing the bet.” Jin Yuan shook his head, sighed and said, “However, which bloodline attribute would he like to learn? He has to choose which one. But you have to explain the pros and cons in detail to him.”

Uncle Li nodded and said, “I understand.”

“Yes.” Jin Yuan looked up, his gaze hoping to see somewhere.

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“Brother Fan, are you alright?” Xing Hu looked at Yang Fan’s pale face and asked somewhat worriedly.

His originally rosy face now looked pale and lifeless. It was clear that Yang Fan had held on in the plaza and did not want to make Mu Jian Ling worry.

“Cough, cough, I’m fine.” Yang Fan coughed as he rested a hand on his chest, as if he had suffered some sort of internal injury.

“I say, Brother Fan, why are you fighting with your life on the line? You aren’t some sort of mortal enemy of the Brahma Valley, so why are you fighting to such an extent?” Xing Hu looked at Yang Fan’s weakened appearance with a puzzled expression.

“Hehe, because this is the only way to unleash your potential, of course I can also squeeze out as much as I can, so that I can find out exactly how much strength I have.” Yang Fan said with a smile on his pale face.

“Sigh, I really don’t understand what you are thinking.” Xing Hu shook his head. He was still able to smile even after being in such a situation. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something and asked, “Brother Fan, if you’re so unreserved, won’t others see through you?”

“Of course not, because…” Yang Fan laughed.

“No way!” You’re still holding back after getting hit like this, are you for real? ” Xing Hu’s eyes widened as he exclaimed in disbelief.

Yang Fan smiled, but didn’t say anything. Suddenly, a bone-piercing pain came from the spiritual altar in his mind. His body tightened and bent, looking extremely painful.

“Hu Zi, you go out first. I need to heal my injuries first.” Cold sweat covered Yang Fan’s forehead as he forced out these words.

“But …”

“I’m fine, you go out first and come back to find me tomorrow.” Yang Fan interrupted him and began to circulate his spiritual energy.

Seeing this, Xing Hu didn’t say anything else. He slowly retreated, leaned against the door, and walked out of the courtyard.

When he sensed that Xing Hu’s aura had disappeared, Yang Fan suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were bloodshot and bloodshot, as if he had been possessed by a devil. They were ice-cold, as if he had become a completely different person.

His entire body was emitting a cold aura and the surrounding spiritual energy seemed to be boiling as it revolved around him. It was incredibly active and that degree of intimacy was like a surging river.

Wisps of cold air seeped out from Wang Lin’s body and carried a chilling intent. If one were to stand by his side, one would feel their heart tremble and feel lost. It was as if this person had experienced a massacre and climbed out of the blood sea. This kind of aura was not something that an ordinary Spiritual Martial Force Cultivator could emit. This level of killing intent was at least able to kill tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people.

However, it was hard to believe that such an aura was emitted from a fifteen-year-old boy.

Ah!

Suddenly, a heart-wrenching roar came from Yang Fan’s mouth. The shockwave brought along a small amount of spiritual energy, causing the cup on the table to shatter into pieces.

The spiritual energy in Yang Fan’s body became sluggish as he covered his head with his hands and curled up at the corner of the bed.

At this moment, his Spiritual Altar was undergoing a change. If Ying Susu was here, she would have definitely discovered that there were two different auras on his body. Moreover, it was extremely disorderly, as if it wasn’t him.

Yang Fan’s Spiritual Altar seemed to be very clear, but at this moment, it was suffused with traces of black Qi. There were actually two little people that looked exactly like Yang Fan in the depths of the spiritual altar. If someone found out, they would definitely be shocked, because this sort of thing was absolutely impossible to happen, because it was impossible for them to survive, and it was even more impossible for them to live a normal life.

Before a person was born, when they were born, their soul would condense into the soul that mortals spoke of. It was the soul that determined a person’s aptitude, their talent, and the cultivation technique a person cultivated. All of these were determined by the soul itself.

Once two souls appeared in a person’s body, it would be like having two souls. They would then fight and suppress each other until they broke free from the binding of the spiritual altar. When the soul is out of the control of the spiritual altar, you cannot maintain a clear mind, which is what we call madness. Of course, this was all good, because if the spiritual altar were to collapse, then this person would die soon. Unless one was a Supreme Elder of the Thunder Nirvana Realm or above, there was absolutely no other way to survive.

However, even under these circumstances, Yang Fan was still able to survive.

The two souls in the depths of Yang Fan’s Spiritual Altar seemed to cherish each other, unlike what was recorded in the ancient books. The two souls seemed to be alive and cherishing each other, unlike what was recorded in the ancient books.

One of the souls seemed to be in a deep slumber. Its aura was sluggish, and it was very likely that it would disappear soon. The cold and sinister aura that it emitted came from this little fellow.

At the same time, the other little fellow seemed to be painfully enduring something as it continued to tremble.

At this moment, Yang Fan’s mind was continuously receiving memories that did not belong to him, but it was as if he had personally experienced them. Scenes of scenes that did not belong to him surfaced in his mind, but that person was clearly him.

Ah!

The heart-wrenching sound rang out once more. It was as if the memory of another life had been forcibly injected into his mind, and a violent vibration came from the depths of his spiritual altar.

Yang Fan couldn’t bear the pain any longer and slowly fainted. However, he still had a ferocious expression on his face.

In an unfamiliar world, Yang Fan was like that person as he weaved around the strange building. Both of his hands were completely stained with blood. Behind him, several figures were approaching him, each carrying a murderous intent.

In the pitch-black night, the cold rain fell on his body and he felt extremely helpless. The street looked so dark and cold, and he suddenly felt powerless in his heart.

He didn’t want to run anymore. He was tired. His heart was tired.

The people behind him also stopped in their tracks. Not too far away, each of them had a knife in their hands. Even the darkness of the night could not block their sharpness.

“Tian Ci, you have nowhere else to go. You betrayed the gang, and you started a massacre of the gang’s brothers. If dad orders you, you will be executed.” The leading person said in a low voice.