Lin Qiye's inner self, under the temptation of the God of Darkness, was like a raging, tempestuous sea, every wave battering the defenses of his sanity. Sweat poured from his forehead like rain, sliding down his cheeks and dripping one by one onto the Divine Artifact Divine Sword. The crisp sound was exceptionally jarring in the silent, crisis-laden atmosphere. The glow of the Divine Artifact Divine Sword seemed to sense its master's inner struggle, flickering uncertainly like a loyal old friend softly calling out to remind him not to lose himself in this dark temptation.
That seductive voice echoed relentlessly in his mind, every word like a sharp hook ruthlessly drawing out the hidden desires deep within his heart. "Endless power, ruler of the world"—these words were like demonic whispers, taking root and spreading wildly in his thoughts. His gaze began to grow hazy as he envisioned the illusory scene of himself standing at the peak of the world, controlling everything. The Divine Artifact Divine Sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if expressing concern over its master's momentary wavering.
Yet, just as his will was about to be completely eroded by the dark temptation, a montage of past scenes flashed rapidly through his mind. Those memories were so vivid, every detail etched clearly in his sight. He saw himself and his companions training together in the early morning sunlight, sparring and encouraging one another, their eyes filled with yearning for the future; he s…
Chapter 120