The vertical pupil within the golden pillar of light slowly opened. Chen Wuya felt a crushing pressure descend from above his head. He gritted his teeth as Misaligned Force churned wildly through his body, trying to withstand the power boring straight into his mind.
Bai Zhi stood beside him, her hand never leaving the hilt of her sword. She stared at those eyes, her breathing growing lighter.
The South Sea Dragon Maiden floated in midair, the chill around her fingertips still undispersed. As she looked at the crystal egg, her expression changed.
Blood Without Regret knelt beside the black blood trough, his face pale and his breath weak.
The Dragon God's phantom emerged from the pillar of light. It was tall and its outline indistinct, yet its overwhelming majesty could not be ignored. When it spoke, its voice did not come from the air, but appeared directly in everyone's mind.
"Human, you have unraveled the paradox of the three clans."
Chen Wuya caught his breath, his throat dry. "You said I was a vessel. What exactly do you want me to do?"
The Dragon God did not answer. Its gaze fell upon Chen Wuya's left arm, where a dark red mark twisted across his skin like an unhealed scar.
The phantom raised a hand, its palm facing down.
The mark on Chen Wuya's arm suddenly throbbed, as though something were tugging at it. He let out a muffled groan, his muscles tightening. He tried to pull his hand back, only to discover that he could not move.
Bit by bit, the mark peeled away from beneath his skin, transforming into a wisp of blood mist that gathered in the air.
The blood mist gradually took shape. A face emerged—high brow ridges, narrow eyes, and a cold smirk at the corners