"Those between death and life, their flesh shall not return to the earth..."
"Bones harbor scorching frost, poison illusions bewilder the mind..."
"Faint light shimmered, ghostfire glimmered..."
As the dense characters appeared, everyone was struck with shock and suspicion.
The thousand or so profound characters before them were indeed, just as Wen Ningsi had guessed, the cultivation method for the Bone Phosphorous Divine Palm.
As Zhuang Xiaojing studied the text and quietly grasped its meaning, a trace of disgust could not help surfacing on her face. She said bluntly, "This cultivation method actually requires human bones as an aid to cultivation before it can be accomplished. It is truly wicked and vicious."
Reading the passages in the middle of the text—"Phosphorous is taken from decayed human bones and catalyzed with yin-cold qi..." and "Three corpses grant entry, a thousand corpses bring minor attainment..."—Gu Lingling too revealed a measure of revulsion. She snorted. "To cultivate this bizarre art to success, wouldn't one need thousands upon thousands of corpses? How many people would have to die for that?"
"More than that," Wen Ningsi said, pointing at the latter half of the text with utter rejection, "it also says that when phosphorous qi enters the body, it not only causes sores and destroys the skin, impairing bodily functions, but ultimately turns one into a monster neither human nor ghost."
Following Wen Ningsi's words, Xiong Yuan raised his hand and sent a gust of palm wind sweeping across the ground, knocking the black mask from the Moon Corpse's face.
When everyone saw that the Black-Robed Moon Corpse's entire face was covered in dark sores, its flesh nearly rotted away enough to expose white bone, they all jumped in fright.
Amid their astonishment, the characters formed from condensed spiritual energy suddenly began to change.
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