It was a footprint—an exceptionally clear, striking footprint. Yet a single footprint had reduced a great master whose primordial spirit had attained fruition to such a state without his knowledge or awareness. Just how formidable must its owner have been?
"It was the footprint of the saber wielder who fought Eight Leaves. Incredible. Though this man had not yet become a Celestial, he was only one step away. He had even comprehended some truly extraordinary things. Unbelievable."
Qingsong caught sight of fine lines spreading across the center of the footprint, like ravines crisscrossing the earth. He quickly recognized them as a Blade Mark that spiraled back and forth, endlessly renewing itself, containing traces of the footprint owner's realm of the blade.
In myth and legend, a woman had once accidentally stepped into a giant's footprint and become pregnant, because a wisp of essence from within the footprint had slipped into her body.
Now, Xiang Yang's footprint possessed much the same wondrous effect. Yet stepping on it would not make one pregnant—it would bring death, as with this primordial-spirit master of the Ku Hai lineage.
The fat all over his body rolled like waves, stretching longer and spreading wider. The sensation in his body was no longer the soreness, numbness, and unbearable itch from before, but pain that tore at his heart and split his lungs, agony no mortal will could endure.
A faint glow began to shine from his body, a warm orange that looked almost comforting. Yet it sent a deep chill through the experts watching. Even the most imposing bearded swordsman could not help shuddering, taking another step back.
Beneath that soft glow, the Ku Hai lineage expert, now transformed into something like a stupid pig, floated helplessly into the air. His skin split and peeled outward, squeezing