When Yuwen He's heart blood and divine soul imprint fell onto the blade, the black shadow within him grew increasingly restless. The next instant, the blade entered Yuwen He's Dantian directly, but his face turned frighteningly pale.
At that moment, the black shadow inside Yuwen He was merging with the blade. As they fused, the little Nascent Soul in his Dantian rapidly faded. All the power within the Nascent Soul was absorbed by the blade, leaving it not even a chance to escape. Yuwen He's gaze grew vacant, and he toppled stiffly onto the altar.
The blade within his Dantian had now completed its fusion with the black shadow. A closer look would reveal that the missing portion of its hilt had been restored, and the rust on its blade had vanished without a trace. The only flaw remaining was on the blade's edge.
The blade that had replaced the Nascent Soul finally revealed its true form. Four divine characters—"Sacred Remains Star-Slaughter"—appeared on its intact hilt before vanishing again the next instant. Then wisps of black threads seeped from the blade, slowly spreading throughout Yuwen He's body and beginning another round of fusion.
The Withered Wood Forest in the Outer Ring began to sway without wind, as though issuing a warning, yet no one noticed.
Yunxi, who was queuing outside the valley, suddenly seemed to sense something and looked in a certain direction. The Seven-Star Deadly Staff in her Dantian trembled twice as well, its seven stars lighting up one after another before returning to calm moments later.
Di Fei, beside her, noticed Yunxi's oddness and asked in a low voice:
"Ranxi, what's wrong?"
Yunxi shook her head.
"Nothing. I just have a feeling the Langhuan Secret Realm is about to become very lively. Be careful."
A glint flashed through