Refining Fierce Ghosts and driving ghosts to harm others—all of it came at a price.
Zhou Jin understood this clearly, but he no longer cared.
He had long since cast life and death aside. His flesh was no more than a skin.
Once the ritual began, given his attainments, there had never been any turning back.
He knew full well what his own end would be.
All he hoped for now was to make Zhou the Wealthy pay blood for blood and receive the retribution he deserved.
In this world, some people's wealth and glory were built upon the deaths, pain, and despair of others.
Then one day, that wealth and glory wrung from exploitation would also have to transform into death, pain, and despair.
That was the iron law of Karma's transformation in this world.
Elsewhere, Wu Mansion had already become Purgatory.
Zhou the Wealthy, having transformed into a Fierce Ghost, had unleashed its savage nature. The more it ate, the stronger it grew; the more it ate, the fiercer it became.
Throughout Wu Mansion, people's features twisted as they died sudden, violent deaths, yet no one knew what had killed them.
Despair crushed reason. The entire Wu Mansion drowned in miserable screams and wails.
Cold moonlight spilled down, seemingly tinged with blood.
The terror and despair of the crowd also became Zhou the Wealthy's "nourishment," further strengthening its ghostly body.
Zhou the Wealthy ate even more viciously.
By then, it had slaughtered everyone of its children's generation.
It had also devoured all of its children's souls.
Having eaten one generation, naturally, it would go on to eat the next.
The next generation was Zhou the Wealthy's grandchildren.
Many of Zhou the Wealthy's grandchildren were either adolescents or infants still wrapped in swaddling clothes.
Amid the terrified uproar, Zhou