Like two sharp swords, Liu Wuxie's gaze pierced into Liu Lin's eyes.0

Before Liu Lin could react, two golden imprints shot into his eyes, heading straight to his soul sea. The golden imprints were the Conversion Art Liu Wuxie had comprehended, drawn directly from the pool of faith.0

Liu Lin only felt a searing pain in his soul sea before his consciousness gradually faded away.0

The onlookers in the surroundings had no idea what had happened. They assumed that Liu Wuxie wanted to kill Liu Lin.0

They gradually lost their interest and began to leave.0

After about five breaths, most of the onlookers had left, with only a few left behind.0

When Liu Lin slowly opened his eyes, the murderous intent had vanished, replaced with reverence and devotion. He looked at Liu Wuxie like he was gazing upon a divine being, ready to kneel and worship at any moment.0

When the Conversion Art infiltrated Liu Lin's soul sea, Liu Wuxie immediately sensed a figure forming within the pool of faith—it was Liu Lin himself, sitting in the pool with unwavering devotion. Streams...0