Untolerated by heaven, a boy was restricted by the most powerful spell. He accidentally acquired a painting inhabited by nine souls that claimed to be immortal. Then, the legend of a strong young man who violated heavenly principles against the course of nature began.
The sky turned dim and clouds converged. The entire area turned dead silent.
Though the God's Trial had ended, the sky did not brighten. On the contrary, it continued to turn darker and heavier, depressing everyone.
Especially since there were broken limbs all over the ground, the place looked infinitely deep and dark. There was not a single trace of light here.
Ling Xian's eyes were scary red and his clothes were dyed in blood. He looked like a demon who just walked out of hell, making everyone shudder in fear. He leaned against an ancient tree, his expression was calm and there was no indication of happiness nor sadness on his face.
He was waiting.
Waiting for death.
The Demonic Immortal Bone was very heaven-defying but the price one has to pay to use it is also very heaven-defying. There was almost no way for the user to survive.
That was something Ling Xian knew very well. Therefore, he had no high hope that he can safely continue living after using it.