The Black Shadow Man could only watch and feel at this moment, unable to do anything.

As a large amount of power invaded, along with it came a vast amount of information, instantly understood by him.

It was as if he had always known everything.

The more he understood, the more desperate he became, for these steps were necessary.

From the moment he borrowed the power, that power subtly began transforming everything about him.

And he himself would take the initiative to control that power, making himself more suitable for it.

Up to this point, there was nothing unusual, just a normal agreement, a price paid, power borrowed, and personal achievement gained.

The most crucial aspect was indeed this final sacrifice.

The Sacrificial Technique itself was fine, but the other party had taught him a language not belonging to humans, and he didn't understand the key part.

He didn't sacrifice that Crystal Ball, but himself.

Now, as if instinctively understanding this language of the Sacrificial Text, he realized that everything before was just a prelude.

He wanted to advance to the Tenth Tier once the path to the Tenth Tier opened, and the other party agreed.

Since they agreed, and the Black Shadow Man had already paid the price, the other party was obliged to fulfill their promise.

To achieve this, given the current state of the other party, only one method remained.

Take everything from him, become the Black Shadow Man, and then assist him to advance to the Tenth Tier once the path opened.

All of this seemed not to be a deceit by the other party, but rather that he knew everything and still chose to push the other party to do it using rules.

The other party could only complete the procedure with tears.

At this moment, he could feel that although the other party's rank was high, their power wasn't actually strong.

Yet he was completely defenseless since he had obliterated all of his resistance.

He could only watch everything unfold before him.

He stood in place, black energy swirling over him, while on both sides of the Incense Fire Bridge, small pillars with large Little Black heads were laughing and cheering wildly.

The Black Shadow Man's consciousness was sinking, continuously falling, and he thought of the Divination Crystal Ball.

He didn't consider whether the Crystal Ball was fake or if there was an error in divination.

Instead, he felt he should have been more cautious, not easing up at the last moment.

He must have misunderstood the meaning of that phrase and shouldn't have come here rashly without fully understanding.

But now it was too late for regret.

He tried to think of how to save himself, but there was no way to save himself now, and any method to resist the invasion was useless.

He thought about revenge, about perishing together.

But after much thought, he realized he had been too cautious in his actions, never revealing his true face when appearing in this identity.

Even those he gathered to work for him were ultimately silenced by him.

He had no obsession with managing a force, only caring for himself.

The last subordinate capable of handling matters had also gone out of control, lost consciousness, and couldn't even maintain a human form.

He could only utter a final roar, declaring to anyone who would listen that he was already dead.

His consciousness continued to sink, deeper and deeper, into endless darkness, everything becoming quiet.

As time passed, the black energy covering the Black Shadow Man gradually receded, transforming him into a small black figure coated with a shiny layer of black lacquer.

The blackness slowly sunk into his body, and the power gradually restrained.

He reopened his eyes, which were pitch black, filled with malice, and as the blackness receded, the whites of his eyes gradually returned to normal.

He slowly extended his hand, clenched his fist, and awkwardly took a few steps forward, nearly stumbling.

After a day's adaptation, he tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing an odd smile.

"Finally... finally, I've left here, I am, alive again, hehe..."

Standing at the edge of the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, he spread his arms wide, the corners of his mouth stretching into an exaggerated expression, as if embracing this sea of mud.

In the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, the muck surged, and it was unclear whether the remaining entities in it were wrathfully envious and hateful or genuinely joyful and congratulatory for him.

He gazed into the distance, laughing maniacally.

"If I could come out, so can you, there's a chance. Instead of cursing me, resenting me, it's better to hope I live well.

If my mood improves, and I need you, I might even bring you out.

If I can succeed once, I can succeed a second time.

Time is always our closest companion; waiting is never meaningless.

I very much like this era; they don't even know our language.

In that era, it wasn't so easy to succeed.

It's great, I can't wait to see the world."

The Incense Fire Bridge slowly contracted, shrinking.

Finally, it transformed into a miniature White Jade Long Bridge, landing in the Black Shadow Man's hand.

Those little black figures still crouched on the small pillars of the railings, and the Black Shadow Man looked at the missing three spots on the long bridge, somewhat dissatisfied.

The missing little black figures were understandable, but one of them even had its railing blown off, resulting in a small piece of the bridge surface being missing, rendering it impossible to replenish with a little black.

Because it was incomplete, this usurping resurrection was flawed and unreparable.

Even so, it was fortunate enough to succeed, and the Black Shadow Man, newly reborn and filled with joy, did not overly fixate on this matter, planning to ponder it later.