Purple flames covered Yi Pin from head to toe. The one silver lining about this situation was that he hadn’t burned into a pile of ash yet.0

Ye Qing rushed forward and extinguished the flames eating away at the old Taoist’s body with the wave of his hand. At the same time, he tapped Yi Pin’s forehead in an attempt to extinguish the flames burning inside his headspace with his demonic thought.0

Suddenly, Yi Pin opened his eyes and said, “Don’t—!”0

Unfortunately, he was too late. Ye Qing’s demonic thought had already invaded Yi Pin’s headspace as smoothly and easily as the spring rain. What the young man saw next wasn’t what he expected at all.0

Generally speaking, a warrior who hadn’t begun to temper their spirit and refine their mind possessed a headspace that looked mostly like a bunch of nonsense. It was similar to Primal Chaos where heaven and earth weren’t yet defined, and everything was blended together.0

However, Yi Pin’s headspace looked like a vast, infinite universe. He saw countless stars and invisible threads floating inside it. The only problem was that the stars were dim and broken,...1