Filling a Reed Organ, Impersonating Another!
Judging from the layout and patterns of the stone platform, it was clearly some kind of altar.
Yao Mengying and the eight Men in Black stood in a deliberate formation, praying devoutly. They were clearly activating some sort of ritual.
However.
A problem had arisen.
There should have been ten positions, yet one had remained vacant all along!
As a result, once the altar ritual was activated, it could not fully merge, leaving the situation deadlocked.
That alone would not have been much of a problem, but Yao Mengying's vital signs were continuously declining. This proved that if ten people could not be assembled, her life would be in danger.
Jun Changxiao panicked.
He wanted to pull his disciple out, but once the ritual began, he could not touch her at all. With no other choice, he could only stride onto the empty spot and serve as the tenth Innate Demonic Body.
This flashy maneuver made the system's scalp go numb—though it did not have a scalp.
"Are you insane?!"
It roared, "If something even worse happens, it won't just be Yao Mengying who gets dragged down. You might be implicated too!"
Standing within the pattern, Jun Changxiao had his back to the camera as he said solemnly, "If I can't even save my own disciple, am I still worthy of being the Eternal Sect's Sect Master?"
Whoosh!
Whoosh, whoosh!
After confirming that the tenth person had entered, the Streamers that had nowhere to settle surged over regardless of whether he matched the other nine, instantly engulfing Jun Changxiao's body.
At that moment, Gousheng's silhouette was enlarged infinitely by the radiance, stirring an intense sense of respect in people—and even the urge to shout, "Awesome!"
Bzzzz!
Like slithering snakes, black Streamers spread relentlessly from