As soon as the words left his mouth, "Xīng Hèn" opened her eyes again. A dark light flickered in her gaze, and black flames stirred slowly, like ice that had not thawed in ten thousand years, or Baleful Intent made solid—captivating and soul-shaking.
The bloody tears streaming from the corners of her eyes gradually darkened, shifting from scarlet to crimson, then to black.
In an instant, her aura became terrifying beyond measure.
"Xīng Hèn" looked up at Pei Ling and made no further move, quietly awaiting his response.
Immaculate State?
Chaos State?
Pei Ling immediately committed the two terms to memory. They must describe the ultimate perfection and ultimate chaos he was displaying now!
Seeing that Ancestor "Xīng Hèn" seemed to have used a secret technique and was staring fixedly at him, Pei Ling hesitated briefly, then quickly replied, "All right!"
As he spoke, a thought stirred in his mind, and his perfect aura vanished without a trace.
In its place came utter chaos, evil, frigidness, and violence...
In the painting, where the sky had been clear and bright, a sinister wind sprang up. The whole world plunged into gloom and murk.
The mountains of bones shuddered as if corroded, then lurched into motion!
Dense patches of long hair sprouted rapidly from the heaps of bleached bones. Bone spikes jutted out, and their teeth gleamed viciously... The immense, towering bone mountains began to writhe, while bones slid down in avalanches with a crumbling roar. The moss growing over them sprouted clusters of crimson eyes.
The ground seemed to turn into a swamp, or a colossal beast long since rotted away. From the gaps between the scattered bones, filthy red water gurgled out.
"Crack," "crack," "crack"...
Amid the grating sounds, every skull and every bone seemed to come alive, crawling over