Holding a Funeral for Myself on the Road to Becoming an Ominous Being

What was going on?

Qin Yang was rather bewildered.

Actually, what bewildered him most was not that using Corpse Touching on himself had transformed his Corpse Touching skill into another skill.

What bewildered him most was why he could still use skills now.

If not for the fact that his heart no longer beat, he no longer needed to breathe, and he could clearly sense that he could no longer cultivate or absorb spiritual energy—

He might even have thought he was not dead, and that transcending himself had all been a sham.

He had gone from a humanoid battery that could be recharged indefinitely and constantly tempered into greater strength to a dry-cell battery whose power diminished with every use, destined to be scrapped once drained.

It truly was the most intuitive sign of an overlord stepping into death.

Without realizing it, he had become an overlord too.

His thoughts churned. Qin Yang stared at Bai Lin beneath his feet for a long while before finally extending his right hand.

After all, the inherited icon on his left hand was very likely a power opposite to transcendence.

He activated the skill: transcendence.

In an instant, blinding radiance burst forth. Twisted souls flew out from Bai Lin one after another, their negative auras swiftly dissipating as they turned into pure white souls and rose into the sky.

The souls erupted for a full one incense stick's time. After the final soul became a phantom and vanished beyond the horizon, only Bai Lin's corpse remained.

The Corpse Touching skill did not react, but the mark on his left hand still did.

Dragging Bai Lin by one leg, Qin Yang was about to pull him farther out. This was where he had unleashed the core of the full-map silence; the residual power