The icy flesh began to seep into bizarre black water, mending his ruptured throat and shattered heart veins.
Shen Shouxing's limbs started to convulse irregularly, with flesh seemingly pulled by gray threads, constantly writhing and eventually fully merging.
With a strange posture, Shen Shouxing slowly stood up.
His eyes turned into a deep black color.
A faintly sinister smile spread across his lips.
Hoarse, torn, as if countless voices of men, women, old, and young melded together, echoing in the deathly silent Divine Temple.
"A bunch of old fools, guarded so tightly..."
"But finally... got inside..."
"The chess game of Qian State... can't place a piece, then... start a new game..."
The black blood on Shen Shouxing's body soaked the clothing, making him look as if wearing a dead man's Taoist Robe.
He walked unevenly to Shen Tuao, dipped his fingers into his own black blood, and began delineating Formation Patterns.
