The light and shadow are like mist and also like lightning, transforming into nothingness and dissipating.
Zhang Fan's Primordial Spirit awoke from the depths of the Inner Scenery, as if struggling out from a vast ocean, draped in endless fatigue and exhaustion.
Each time he wandered through the memories of Three Corpses Daoist, it was a terrifying refinement and oppression for Zhang Fan's Primordial Spirit.
Even he dared not linger for too long.
"Human Effigy..."
"Did Chu Chaoran really have such experiences in his youth? Did he agree to Three Corpses Daoist?"
One question after another bubbled up in Zhang Fan's mind like foam.
If Chu Chaoran had truly agreed to Three Corpses Daoist back then, it would have been earth-shattering, arguably the strongest Human Effigy in history.
But even if such news were spread, no one would likely believe it.
