Beside him, there were seventeen or eighteen young men just like him, their faces twisted as they soaked in this green liquid.
They howled and groaned, their screams chaotic.
Chen Jichuan also began to howl along with them.
At the same time, he looked around once more.
He saw the metal-crafted edge of the pool, its walls etched with complex and peculiar patterns.
Mere mortals like him, surviving in boiling liquid, must have something to do with these patterns.
Since I'm here, might as well settle down.
The start of this life was evidently strange.
Chen Jichuan simply closed his eyes and began sorting through the memories in his body.
Before long, he had fully understood the background of the borrowed identity in this life.
One Origin Dao Sect.
Dongqi Daoist School.
Mighty Lifter.
...
"So that's how it is!"
Chen Jichuan finally figured everything out.
