A stream of black smoke had surrounded Yang Qi’s consciousness.

Within it was the method to cultivate a very secret magic, and Yang Qi didn’t hesitate to take it. And as soon as he began working with it, his psychic power began to improve.

Almost immediately, he sensed that he had improved control over his physical body. The child who had experienced such difficulty lifting the sledgehammer was now a bit older.

As he continued cultivating, he suddenly felt as though he were being forced to rely very heavily on the Wretch God Apostle’s will. Then he heard a voice. “Come. Come.... Enter my embrace. Have faith in the Wretch God, and you will gain even more. The Wretch God is the true lord of the god world....”

As the voice spoke, Yang Qi’s mind began to grow foggy.

In response, the clone quickly made some adjustments to the psychic scaling systems, pulling Yang Qi back to lucidity. “Wretch God Apostle!” he growled angrily. “You’re plotting against me again!? You want me to exercise faith in the Wretch God? To convert? You never had any intention of working with...