The instant the thought turned, Ji Jue heard it.
The Sword Cry close at hand within his soul—Chunjun's response and song!
When Ji Jue closed his eyes, he could sense that dreamlike stream of light circling his soul, wheeling and soaring with the nimbleness of a swimming fish, endlessly repeating its course.
The sword's name had taken shape, and its spirit was born of itself!
From this day onward, Chunjun was him, and he was Chunjun.
[Containing Form Type-9 Chunjun] was complete.
The only problem was...
The moment Ji Jue awakened Chunjun's Spirit, surging bloodfire immediately erupted all over his body, covering both his flesh and soul.
As though he were transforming...
Soul Shadow manifested, overlaying his body and rewriting his essence.
Amid the pungent stench of sulfur and ash, what stood there was a bizarre figure engulfed in shifting bloodfire, its features utterly impossible to make out.
It was as if eternal wailing and hysterical laughter rose from the flames, unceasing and unending.
Within the dark, profound fissure in his chest, a fragmentary seed burned soundlessly. Amid the scarlet bloodfire, there were even threads of darkness mixed in.
Why was there an extra color compared to before?!
At that moment, merely breathing caused Ji Jue to drag the entire Workshop toward greater Sin Corruption, constantly spreading contamination. Wherever his feet stepped, black footprints were burned into the iron floor, flames endlessly rising from the scorch marks.
Spreading Destruction, sowing flames...
Feeling the utterly pure aura of great Sin Corruption within his soul, along with the suddenly crystal-clear call and sensation of the Vortex, Ji Jue was horrified.
What the hell was this?!
Ji Jue began to sweat too.
Literal flaming sweat was practically dripping from his forehead.
It was incomprehensible—Chunjun's spirit, his own Soul Reflection... why was it a