With the appearance of the Bloodline figures, the environment itself responded.
The winds spiraling inward, the qi-rich lava and ground trembling as the figures greedily devoured energy. With each breath they grew more corporeal, their once-transparent outlines hardening into near-real beasts.
Far away in meditation, Lin Mu's link with his companion pulsed violently. His eyes snapped open.
'It's happening.'
Without hesitation, he vanished from his chamber and reappeared in the valley, just as the seven figures reached their peak brilliance. He gazed at Little Shrubby's towering form, his expression solemn yet resolute.
"So… it is finally time."
Crossing his legs in midair, Lin Mu began to chant the Nurturing Heart Sutra of the Beast Path. His qi surged like an ocean, shifting its nature, flowing into the unique cadence of beastly essence. His body trembled slightly from the strain, yet his voice remained steady, ancient syllables weaving together into a grand hymn.
