Bai Tingfeng's plan was clear and decisive. Hitting two birds with one stone.
While his blood curse consumes him, he will quickly move, take the spiritual pill, and try to conquer the Baihu's fragment. He will let his rampaging self deal with the monster while trying to take control of that untamed power from the inside.
It was a risky plan. A desperate move that guarantees no success.
However, Bai Tingfeng is already in a grave situation; thus, he thinks it wouldn't hurt much if he resorts to desperate means.
Bai Tingfeng slipped into the deepest layer of his consciousness with a clear purpose. However, the view that welcomed him astounded him.
"What on earth happened here?" Bai Tingfeng asked as he looked around the surroundings. "Is this still my mind?"
Gone are the tranquil fields of verdant green grass. Gone are the awe-spiring blue sky and the gentle wind that used to caress his hair.
The environment of his consciousness is not what it used to be.
