The blood mist surged like a tide, and the face of Monk Bu'er slowly emerged from its crimson depths.
The face that should have been compassionate was now twisted and savage, every wrinkle writhing like a venomous snake.
No, more terrifying than venomous snakes!
Wang Xian felt his consciousness enveloped by a bloody, icy force, as if one careless step would send him plunging into a sea of fire.
Looking at Monk Bu'er's eyes, which had long since lost all humanity, and his twisted, distorted face, a chill unlike any he had ever felt rose from the depths of Wang Xian's Divine Soul.
He couldn't help but bark, "Monk, you really have fallen into demonic ways. Only a devil would commit an act like body snatching!"
"This isn't body snatching. It's symbiosis!"
Monk Bu'er's voice was no longer a solemn Buddhist chant. It was a chorus of countless vengeful spirits shrieking together, unleashing wave after wave of piercing screams.
He spread his arms, and the blood mist transformed into hundreds upon hundreds of blood-red arms that reached toward Wang Xian's Divine Soul.
"A thousand years of silence—a thousand years of waiting! At last, this day has come!"
Monk Bu'er laughed wildly as the blood mist roiled and swelled within the Divine Sea. "Boy, your body, your fortune, your karma—all of it will become the stepping-stone that carries me to the Other Shore!"
Wang Xian clenched his teeth as the blood mist gnawed at his Divine Soul, making it ring with a piercing buzz.
But there was no retreat left. He could only fight with everything he had!
Instinctively, he sank his consciousness into the depths of his memories—
A tomb in the great desert. Buried beneath the yellow sand for three days and three nights, every breath scraping his lungs