The Corpse-Burning Stone Platform was partitioned into several separate stone chambers. Their thick walls contained the flames and sinister energies, making this a forbidden area the camp used specifically to dispose of demon-tainted remains.
Each stone chamber stood empty and isolated, preventing the Resentful Energy of multiple corpses from intertwining and spawning mutations.
Qin He dragged the stitched-together Demon Corpse alone into the innermost, most secluded stone chamber.
The floor was made of black stone scorched by Karmic Fire year after year, hard and cold, without the slightest echo underfoot.
A faint burnt smell drifted through the air, mingled with the Demon Corpse's cold, bloody stench. Heat and chill tangled in a death grip, oppressive enough to weigh down the soul.
Qin He laid the Demon Corpse flat in the center of the stone platform, his movements unhurried.
He did not summon fire immediately, but bent down to examine the bizarre body closely.
The charred, bloody hole through its chest remained conspicuous. Yet in just those few moments, several exceedingly faint black threads had begun to creep from the carbonized edges of the wound, slowly coursing along the patterns of its demonic armor.
To the naked eye, it looked as though the Demonic Energy lingering in the corpse was flowing on its own.
But Qin He saw it clearly.
This was no lingering trace of Demonic Energy.
The bizarre fabric of this Void Domain was quietly repairing the ruined shell.
Or perhaps some bizarre law was attempting to birth a new will within this body.
It was deeply uncanny.
Every change was absurdly quiet, yet in that utter silence, the boundaries were being twisted beyond recognition.
No wonder Qin Zhenggang had repeatedly warned him that these demonic creatures from the interstitial layer could never truly be considered "dead."
Qin He