Most of the villagers in Yijia Village are honest and simple, but in the hands of this vicious Daoist, they were all killed in an instant.

And all of this happened because they had no strength. If they had power, it wouldn’t be them who died, but this hateful Daoist instead.

My fate is determined by me, not by heaven. I must strengthen myself and take control of my own destiny!

With his divine sense anchored in the black mist, Henry Carter carefully examined the black gourd. At this moment, within Henry Carter’s divine sense, the small gourd’s space seemed boundless. In the darkness, Henry Carter couldn’t see anything special—there was only a chilling coldness that made his hair stand on end.

Although Henry Carter felt a bit cold, the phantom of the rooster seemed to really enjoy this chill. As the cold invaded, the rooster’s phantom would unconsciously retain some of it within its body.

In this endless darkness, Henry Carter controlled the black rooster, making it walk around continuously, trying to find something. But no matter how hard he searched, he still found nothing.

Just as Henry Carter was feeling hopeless, another black shadow rushed over. This shadow was several times larger than the rooster, and its solid form was much stronger.

A wild boar—the phantom was actually a wild boar, and it was the wild boar king he had slain!

Henry Carter remembered the wild boar king he had killed very clearly; the impression left between life and death was too deep. How could the wild boar king appear here? Wasn’t its body devoured by the Daoist’s little banner?

The body is gone! The body is gone? As these five words crossed his mind, the word “ghost” appeared in Henry Carter’s thoughts. Thinking of this, Henry Carter was startled, but soon regained his composure. He glanced at the solid and clear wild boar king, and saw it standing not far from him, motionless.

Since my consciousness can enter the soul of this rooster, could it also enter the soul of the wild boar king? As soon as this thought arose, Henry Carter felt darkness before his eyes, and his divine sense entered a strange body.

Did I really enter the soul of the wild boar king?

Overjoyed, Henry Carter carefully sensed it and found that the wild boar king’s soul was many times stronger than that of the rooster. When its strong hooves moved, they could even stir up the gloomy wind.

Based on his past cultivation experience, Henry Carter immediately judged that the wild boar’s soul could reach the strength of an ordinary martial artist. Although a martial artist was nothing to a third-rank expert like him, a soul had many advantages that a physical body could not match.

Soul, soul—could this black gourd absorb the souls of already dead beings? If that’s the case, then the souls of the villagers who died should also be inside my gourd!

Excited, Henry Carter searched around again. This time, he used the wild boar king’s soul, so he moved much faster. However, even though he was fast, the gourd’s space was still endless. He didn’t reach any imagined wall of the gourd, nor did he see a single human figure.

“Clang!” The gourd’s space suddenly shook. Startled, Henry Carter quickly looked toward his physical body, which was connected to his mind, and saw his body lying on a stone bed covered with straw. The body, injured from the fight with the wild boar king, had been simply bandaged.

Although there was no one around, Henry Carter still cautiously hid inside the gourd, wondering what the Daoist wanted by bringing him here.

“This foolish boy’s foundation isn’t great, but his blood and energy are abundant. If cultivated properly, he’ll be enough for one use.” The Daoist’s sinister words echoed once again in Henry Carter’s mind. Every time Henry Carter recalled these chilling words, he felt a shiver down his spine.

Even so, Henry Carter couldn’t help but repeat the words over and over. As he pondered them, he realized he was probably in an extremely dangerous situation. The Daoist would never bring him here for no reason.

If cultivated properly, enough for one use. This clearly referred to an object—the Daoist probably intended to use him as a tool. And once his value was exhausted, what awaited him would likely be the same fate as the villagers.

“Creak”—the door was opened again, and two men entered while talking. Both were over ten feet tall, with big arms, big legs, and bronze skin, their bodies brimming with explosive power.

These two are definitely stronger than me! The moment the two men approached, Henry Carter immediately came to this conclusion. He became even more cautious, and his wandering soul stopped moving.

“Big brother, why hasn’t this kid woken up yet? Didn’t the immortal master say he’d already taken the spiritual medicine and would wake up soon?” The man on the left glanced at Henry Carter and asked curiously.