Before the small hill.
Jiang Man stood with the stillness of an abyss and the stature of a mountain.
At this moment, his body was covered in chains, each one pulling taut against him.
These were locks from the Heart Spirit—chains born from within it.
Their purpose was to bind him.
To have him shackle himself.
But...
Jiang Man strode up the small hill. His steps were heavy, but he never faltered.
As he moved forward, the chains, stretched taut to their limit, shattered powerlessly into dust.
Jiang Man's gaze fell upon the ink-black fruit, and he found himself marveling at the turn of events.
Originally, he had only practiced his Cultivation outside the forest.
He had done so to avoid the Abyssal Evil God.
But he hadn't expected the Ancient Well Type Evil God to take the initiative and influence him. To his surprise, he found his Cultivation speed had increased.
It was like he had taken a powerful Elixir.
