A Room No Detector Could Find Inside Celestial Pivot.
Soft jazz played from the gramophone, so pleasant to the ear.
Amid the classically luxurious decor, Ji Jue lay in bed, his entire body limp and almost impossible to move. Black smoke was still streaming from him in puffs along with the gramophone's melody.
Treatment.
Strands of black ash mixed with Green Fire drifted off Ji Jue's body and adhered to the record, gradually turning the tune shrill and eerie. The soothing singing became mournful and piercing, no longer able to continue playing.
The staff standing guard nearby wore full protective gear. With utmost care, they used tools to pick up the damaged record and placed it into a dedicated sealed container.
Most of the Zhi Fu contamination had already been stripped away.
After losing its record, the gramophone actually began playing on its own, sending waves of dazed confusion through people's minds. Viscous Blood Water began seeping from the gramophone.
The association's Guardians immediately rushed forward, fumbling to fit the gramophone with restraining protective gear. They also pulled out the probes and sorted them away by category.
"The first stage of treatment ends here. We'll do another session in four hours."
The master overseeing the treatment glanced at the report in his hand and smiled slightly at Ji Jue. "You can rest for now. You may feel a little dazed, but that's normal. There's no need to worry."
"Ah. Oh, all right. I understand."
Ji Jue nodded somewhat hesitantly. The crowd promptly filed out and gently closed the door. Only after a long while did he finally emerge from the hazy sensation of what felt like a long sleep.
He noticed the damage to his body: it was covered in cracks and still maintained its Rebirth Form, looking more like