Chapter 117: The Mediocre Transmigrator

Arriving at the meditation chamber, Anton sat down cross-legged and looked at the profound Heart Demon Guide in his palm.

Without hesitation, he placed the Pill directly into his mouth, and it slid down his throat into his stomach.

The warm medicinal power rose from his stomach like a stream, seeping into his four limbs and entire body. It finally converged at the point between his eyebrows, spreading rapidly like a drop of ink in clear water.

Anton's consciousness began to blur.

First, his vision blurred.

The soft light from the Light Source Stone seemed to dissolve as if in water, blurring into chaotic halos that dragged his surroundings into a haze.

Then, the sounds.

The sound of the wind from the direction of the Eternal Tree.

The clash of metal from the distant training grounds.

The chirping of birds in the Honeybell Tree outside the window.

All the sounds faded rapidly, as if someone had drawn a thick curtain between him and the world, isolating him completely.