In the hotel room.
Flaring up!
Johan saw the candle flame suddenly surge, forming an opaque and illusory flame that constructed a large door entirely made up of mystical symbols.
Clang!
The door slowly opened, releasing a thin wisp of aura.
Like a small white rabbit facing a giant dragon, the overwhelming pressure from a higher realm immediately caused Johan to collapse to the ground, paralyzed.
He felt as if his spirit had been crushed head-on by a steam train, his head splitting with pain.
Even more terrifying was an indescribable feeling that filled his body, as if his spiritual body had been fiercely grasped by a gigantic hand.
"I... have I already sold my soul?"
Only then did Johan feel frightened and profoundly regretful.
Mr. Li Wei's notes had not mentioned anything about this aspect.
Following this, he heard a vast and ethereal voice by his ear: "As you wish!"
"As you wish!"
"As you wish!"
