The heavy iron burial chamber reeked of scorched meat and boiling blood. The massive thermal explosion from City Lord Hai Kuo's talisman had reduced the outer barricades into a glowing, viscous slag of molten metal. Puddles of liquid iron dripped from the ceiling, hissing loudly as they struck the uneven floorboards. Amidst the devastation, Wang Jian stood perfectly still, his dark robes unmarked by the ash and slaughter.
Standing before him was the newly possessed body of Xue Li. The physical changes were grotesque. Thick, pitch-black veins bulged against the pale skin of the dead blood-cultivator's neck and face, pulsating with a rhythmic, heavy thrum. The Yin Severing True Monarch, having fully anchored its ancient soul into the stolen flesh, was actively forcing its own Demonic Qi into the foreign internal channels, violently rewriting the meridian pathways to align with its own ancient cultivation arts.
