His soul transmigrated to another world, and Jiang Ge had somehow transmigrated into a rock!
What kind of absurd beginning was this?
"Rock, rock, how much Qumao grass should I add?"
In a shabby herb hut lit by a dim yellow lamp, a poorly dressed girl stood at the table, fiddling with medicinal herbs.
Jiang Ge made the rock glow.
The girl exclaimed in delight, "Add all of it? I thought so too!"
"Rock, I want to learn the magic of world destruction."
A young woman in a pure black hooded cloak gazed out the window, murmuring to herself as her right hand stroked the rock hanging as a pendant.
Moonlight tinged with shadows illuminated her face. She was beautiful, and cold.
After a while, the rock in her hand finally gave off a faint glow.
"You damned witch!"
"Burn her! Burn her!"
The woman tied to the execution post still wore an indifferent expression. No one knew what she was thinking.
Before long, flames roared to life…
