Time flew by, and three months passed in the blink of an eye.
On this day, Lü Yang sat cross-legged atop the Skull Mountains. He suddenly opened his eyes, a look of joy on his face. His physical body had finally completed the Corpse Transformation!
The next second, Lü Yang vanished from the spot.
Inside the Myriad-Soul Banner.
In a dark, ethereal space, twisted flesh and blood had built a magnificent palace. Dense blood vessels, like the roots of trees, were coiled around it.
These root-like blood vessels all spread out from the deepest part of the palace. Following them inside, one could see that everything, from the pillars to the walls, was crafted from ghastly white skeletons.
Blood vessels were still wrapped around them, quietly writhing like living things.
Terrifying, bizarre, and grotesque.
