Chapter 57: Dead End_1

Pei Ye rolled his eyes, lay down on his back, and, raising one hand, crystalline frost formed out of thin air with a mere stir of his thought.

A few days ago, it had been unimaginable to Pei Ye that he would possess such a legendary ability: controlling frost and fire at will, having the abundant Dragon Blood, and even the Mysterious Qi around his body were following his command through the small bud in his belly.

But beneath this immense power lurked a fragile self. Pei Ye lucidly recognized that this strength was not his own, nor could he control it. He was merely the lucky bearer of it, taking up what little was left as it cascaded from him.

Yet merely the weight of this strength alone would be enough to crumble his frail self.

As much as he relished the sensation of immense power, he found it too illusionary. Pei Ye preferred the kind of power that he had methodically cultivated step by step. Even if it was weak, it was entirely his own.