Corpses were scattered everywhere, metallic fumes billowing into the air.
Five more days passed, and the corpse suspended from the White Bone Pagoda perished once again. As the Daoist temple's heavy doors creaked open, Sun Yangli emerged, his figure imposing against the eerie landscape.
Upon his third resurrection, his appearance had undergone a shocking transformation—most notably, his body had grown grotesquely bloated.
Sun Yangli's head had retracted into his abdominal cavity, leaving only his facial features exposed.
The emitted phosphorescent glow intensified, and his form now resembled a Deceit Furnace: a grotesque, orb-like body radiating an aura like a bloody sun.
"Save me, save me…"
Slowly, he crawled down from the White Bone Pagoda, mumbling incomprehensibly. The Core Formation Artifact Refiners nearby felt chills run down their spines.
