Coastal City, Observatory.
Lin Yan's face was extremely grim.
This matter is extremely complex, a seemingly perilous ambush.
But in the end, it turned out to be just a probe by the Medicine Gatherer!
This was the opponent's first move, not even personally taking action, merely testing his skills.
Yet it has already left his brother in such a state.
"Can he be saved?"
Lin Yan was silent for a moment before asking this.
"Throughout history, no human from the Human Clan, once turning into a Physical Body Evil, has ever been restored to their original state."
Lord Lu said softly: "Your cultivation years are not long, but you should feel this journey even more profoundly than I do!"
Lin Yan closed his eyes slightly.
In this era, even the pure Human Clan, even the Immortal Gods, are eroded by strangeness.
This era is a giant dye vat filled with ink.
Only white cloth gets dyed black.
No black cloth can return to white in a vat of ink.
