Yun Lintian stood before the colossal eye of the God of Death in the Netherworld, the gathered fragments of the Primordial God's body hovering around him—Hei Shou, Brother Leg, the torso, and the head. Only the eyes remained, watching him with ancient, unfathomable wisdom.
The air thrummed with power, the weight of eons pressing down on the chamber.
"You have done well. It's much faster than I thought." the God of Death's voice echoed, deep and resonant. "Now, the final step remains."
Yun Lintian exhaled slowly. "Refining your body into my vessel."
"Yes." The eye pulsed with approval. "But know this—the process is not merely about absorbing power. It is about merging with Death itself. You will endure trials beyond physical pain. Your soul will be tested."
Yun Lintian's golden eyes gleamed with resolve. "I'm ready."
The God of Death's gaze lingered on him. "Then let us begin."
