"Just this, and you dared fight me?"
Lu Yang pressed down his Sword Light and reached out, immediately fishing two streams of light from the spiritual tide formed by the shattered, disintegrating Dharma bodies of the two Ten Thousand Poisons Sect True Persons.
They were, astonishingly, their Gu insects.
Dragon Centipede Gu.
Cicada Gu.
The former was evidently a divine ability Gu similar to a Dharma Body, allowing one to transform into a bizarre Dragon Centipede. It did possess a few traces of a True Dragon's might, but that was all.
The latter, on the other hand, was far more interesting.
"Morning mushrooms never see dusk or dawn; cicadas know neither spring nor autumn."
Lu Yang held the Cicada Gu in his hand. At first glance, it was merely a finely wrought golden cicada. As his dharma power flowed into it, it let out a chirping cry.
Suddenly, Lu Yang's brows rose slightly. Amid that burst of cicada song, he clearly sensed a subtle decay appearing in his body. The circulation of his dharma power accelerated, as though time were gradually slipping away from him, and threads of frost appeared amid his once-jet-black hair.
".Hmph!"
The next second, Lu Yang gave a cold laugh and flicked his finger. In an instant, Sword Qi Thunder Sound erupted, immediately dispersing that strange cicada cry.
When he looked again, where was any decay?
His black hair remained unchanged. The wrinkles and decay that had emerged from the passage of time had all vanished, as though everything just now had been nothing more than an illusion.
"Interesting."
Lu Yang stroked his chin and grasped the mystery of this Cicada Gu. Its foundation lay not in dharma power, but solely in a single thought of the person afflicted by it.
"Appearance is born of the