Emperor Nian

It was deep into the night.

By then, the Senluo Death Domain had already been shrouded in dark clouds.

In the center of the plaza, illuminated only by bonfires at its four corners, Ye An sat cross-legged. The plaza was covered in symbols drawn with viscous blood.

Ye An's face was deathly pale, and cold sweat beaded her forehead.

It was obvious that she was terrified.

But King Senluo paid no heed. To him, even this disciple he had once doted on—and everything in existence besides himself—existed solely for his sake.

As King Senluo continued muttering under his breath, the viscous blood around Ye An began to emit wisps of black smoke. Then it started writhing, greedily burrowing toward every part of Ye An's body.

"Ughhh..." A beastlike growl escaped Ye An's throat.

At the sight of this, King's Senluo's eyes filled with excitement.

"It worked!" King Senluo could barely suppress the excitement in his eyes.

After a while, all the viscous blood on the ground had burrowed into Ye An's body. Her originally fair face was now covered in strange black patterns.

"King Senluo welcomes Your Excellency's descent into this world!" King Senluo knelt on one knee before "Ye An."

"What a pity. This body is still far too immature. The power with which I can descend into it is not even one-thousandth of my strength." "Ye An" looked regretfully at her own hands, but her voice had already become impossible to distinguish as male or female.

King Senluo hurriedly said, "Your Excellency, if not for this life-or-death crisis, I would never have prematurely used the body I prepared for you."

In the face of such a powerful evil spirit, King Senluo no longer possessed any of his usual arrogance. All that remained was obsequious submission.

"You want to