Chapter 841
The Tiger Demon Sacred Heart Soul lay at the center of the sacred lake in Tiger Mound's palm.
It was supported by an enormous lotus dais.
At this moment.
A young cultivator sat cross-legged at the center of the lotus dais, his figure lean and slender.
His originally handsome face was now devoid of color but for pallor.
His eyes were tightly shut.
His lips were cracked and dry.
The moisture in his body evaporated rapidly.
Fine beads of sweat covered his forehead, yet the instant they emerged, they turned to vapor and dispersed into the surroundings.
Not only did the vapor fail to nourish his body, it merged with the surrounding mist. The once-clear sacred ground had abruptly become a vast hot-spring broth, yet Meng Zhi could not feel the slightest warmth.
Cold pierced his bones, heat seared his heart.
The gentle wind sliced through flesh like blades.
Nothing felt right. There was not the slightest sign of fusion or refinement.
After touching the Tiger Demon Sacred Heart Soul, even without profound knowledge, Meng Zhi knew that he now faced a clash of the Five Elements. One misstep would mean more than death and the dispersal of his Dao—it would mean his soul scattering, with not even his true spirit preserved.
"What good would it do Fox Master to deceive me?!" Meng Zhi ground out through clenched teeth.
As his words fell, he abruptly opened his eyes. His scarlet pupils were awash with blood, while black patterns spread upward from their depths, as though a beast were tearing at his very eyes.
Roar!
A massive tiger phantom emerged above the lotus dais.
It was ferocious beyond compare.
As it roared, it spewed endless Geng Metal qi, gathering it into a storm.
The outside world could not interfere,