Somewhere deep underground.
A mass of gray-black mist gradually condensed atop the throne, taking the form of King Yong.
"...It seemed that body was completely finished." He reached up to touch his face, speaking with a trace of regret. Evil Spirit infection was convenient, but most people could only become puppets. To find a vessel capable of housing a soul at any time required a high degree of compatibility in temperament and will. A useful shell like Fei Nian's could not be found just anywhere.
Fortunately, the next vessel had already been found.
And this person served in Xu State's Bureau of Military Affairs, making it all the more convenient for him to carry out the next step of his plan.
"Qi State... Ning Qianshi..."
When King Yong spoke that name, his expression darkened further.
His chance to shatter the cage had been right before his eyes, yet he had actually been pecked blind by a weak Fangshi who did not even qualify as an Azure Blade.
That man's body had long since been infected. Once the curse command was issued, he would soon die—this was the price of betrayal. Yet it still could not erase the hatred in King Yong's heart.
In his eyes, death was letting the other man off too easily.
If he had the means to capture Ning Qianshi's soul, he would make him taste a monarch's wrath!
And Xia Fan of Jinxia City.
As well as the Black Gate Cult active in the southwest...
Why did Qi State have so many ignorant fools standing in the way of his grand design?
If that was the case, then there would be no place for them in the newborn world either. And he would make these people understand the consequences of opposing him.
Xia Fan in particular.