I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

"My dearest friend! You must come back to life! You must!"

Song Zaixian murmured, his voice trembling almost imperceptibly.

At the same time, he was also filled with struggle and unease, because he thought: But if I succeed, when Bengshan wakes up and sees me in this inhuman and strange state, will he forgive me?

Will he think I'm selfish, that I'm turning him into a monster just to make myself feel better?

Can he go back to his old life? What will the people of Malek think of him?

His sensitive nature immediately conjured up countless possible negative consequences.

However, the harsh reality left him no room for hesitation.

Without undergoing a semi-mysterious transformation, the collapsed mountain would be completely destroyed, leaving not even a trace of its former self.

Song Zaixian took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing all distracting thoughts and concentrating all his attention on his hands.

The dense, eerie black energy, like a gentle stream, began to slowly flow from his palm, carefully seeping into the hideous wound on Bengshan's chest.

He manipulated it with extreme precision, as if he were sculpting the most fragile glass.

The black energy threads, like living tentacles, slowly and firmly wrapped around the damaged heart and tissues of the collapsed mountain, beginning a "repair" process that defied common sense.

The bronze skin of the collapsed mountain began to gradually turn an unhealthy bluish-gray hue around the wound, and fine, circuit board-like dark purple lines appeared.

A fainter, black aura, similar to Song Zaixian's, began to emanate from his body.

One of the most prominent characteristics of this strange energy is its super regenerative ability, which begins to take effect.

The fatal penetrating wound in his chest began to writhe and heal at a visible speed, and the newly grown granulation tissue had an eerie dark red color, as if it did not belong to any known biological tissue.

When the first faint yet clearly audible "thump" of a heartbeat emanated from that partially eroded and partially repaired heart, Song Zaixian's hands trembled violently, whether from extreme excitement or fear of the unknown outcome, it was unclear.

He had previously used strange energy to corrupt some heinous criminals, and Song Zaixian never hesitated to directly corrupt those people.

But at this moment, facing my best friend, every output of energy felt like dancing on a knife's edge, filled with indescribable psychological pressure.

He tried his best to control it, maintaining only the bizarre transformation of the core area of ​​the collapsing mountain's heart, replacing some of the damaged functions with bizarre energy, and daring not to let this dangerous energy spread to his limbs, bones, and most importantly, his head.

However, an accident still happened!
That strange energy seemed to have its own "will," or rather, after the body's instinctive rejection response weakened, it began to spontaneously spread along blood vessels and energy channels to other parts of the body!

The bluish-gray patches and dark purple lines began to extend towards the neck and arms!
Song Zaixian was getting anxious! He could feel that Beng Shan's body tissues were being rapidly assimilated!
"Mountain Collapse! Wake up! Resist it! With your willpower!"

Song Zaixian couldn't help but shout loudly, his voice filled with unprecedented panic, more tense and helpless than when facing any death threat.

The shouting seemed to have an effect, as Bengshan's eyelids twitched slightly.

Song Zai Xian's heart was instantly filled with immense excitement!
However, when the eyelids struggled to lift a crack, revealing a pair of lifeless, deathly gray eyes, Song Zaixian's heart sank to the bottom!

That's a sign that the consciousness has been initially eroded by strange energy and that independent thinking has not yet been developed!
If it does not awaken, its own consciousness will be completely polluted and covered, all memories and personality will dissipate, and what will awaken then will be nothing more than a purely bizarre creature with a mountain-crushing shell!

"No, no!" Song Zaixian panicked completely, more frantic than if he were facing death himself. He futilely tried to suppress the spreading, eerie energy with his own, only to find it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. Meanwhile, deep within the consciousness of the collapsing mountain...

He felt himself sinking deeper and deeper into a boundless, icy, and dark ocean.

All around was a viscous chaos, and his body was unable to move, as if he were tightly wrapped and dragged by countless cold, slippery black tentacles.

This is the feeling of death, powerless to struggle, only able to let one's consciousness be swallowed and stripped away by darkness little by little.

Just as his consciousness was about to completely dissipate and merge into this eternal silence, he faintly "heard" an anxious, familiar shout coming from above the unreachable "sea".

It was as if an invisible hand was desperately trying to pull him out, but the distance was too far, and it could never reach him.

Memories flashed rapidly through his dying consciousness, then faded and shattered as quickly as a candle flickering in the wind.

Family, friends, hometown. Finally, the image settles on Song Zaixian's face, which is sometimes shrewd, sometimes reckless, yet always carries a hint of stubbornness and kindness.

When he saw Song Zaixian's image, his almost stagnant core of consciousness suddenly produced a faint "heartbeat," or rather, an indescribable "emotional" fluctuation.

A thought flickered like the last spark in the endless darkness:
"If I die, will this worrying guy still be able to leave the Undying Mountain alive?"

"What an unreliable guy."

"How will he live without me?"

With this last lingering attachment, the light of his consciousness gradually sank into darkness.

On the other side, Song Zaixian looked at Bengshan's eyes, which had turned completely lifeless gray, with despair. He felt the consciousness of "Bengshan" within his body rapidly dissipating, replaced by a pure, cold, and eerie fluctuation.

The strange lines had spread to his cheeks.

"Or did it fail?"

Song Zaixian let his hands fall limply, lowered his head, and muttered to himself, his voice hollow and lifeless.

"I am ultimately a useless person, a useless person who can't do anything."

Even his last hope of saving his best friend was shattered, and the light in his eyes quickly dimmed, as if he had died along with them.

Just as Song Zaixian was utterly despondent and preparing to accept this cruel reality—

A faint, hoarse voice, yet so familiar it shook his very soul, suddenly rang out like heavenly music:
"Of course not. Without me, you wouldn't be able to do anything."

Even though the voice was very weak and barely audible, it was incredibly moving.

Song Zaixian suddenly looked up, his pupils contracting violently with extreme shock, disbelief, and ecstasy! He stared intently at Bengshan's face!

Suddenly, within those once lifeless gray eyes, a faint, wistful, and familiar mocking glint, characteristic of "Collapse Mountain," began to reappear! (End of Chapter)