That flash came too fast! Too suddenly! Too strangely!
It seemed to transcend time and space, ignoring all defenses, ignoring the indestructible body the old man had forged through a thousand years of cultivation.
Ignoring all laws and rules.
In an instant, that flash turned into an exotic fragrance and slipped into the gray-robed old man's mouth.
The gray-robed old man's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.
He clutched his throat, making choking sounds as blood flowed through his fingers. He wanted to spit that thing out.
But it melted the moment it entered his mouth, instantly merging into his bloodline, his meridians, and his soul.
The entirety of Sunset City fell into dead silence.
That silence was like a graveyard, like an abyss, like the final calm before the apocalypse descended.
Thousands of people held their breath in unison, as if even their hearts had stopped beating.
"My son!"
At last, unable to endure it any longer, Yu Wanrong let out a shrill howl and leaped toward the forbidden grounds behind the mountain!
Her eyes were bloodshot, tears streaming down her face, which was filled with despair and madness.
He was the son she had carried for ten months, the son into whom she had poured all her heart and effort, the young master of the Yan Clan whom she had been so proud of.
But now, her son was dead. Even his soul had been devoured, leaving him without even the chance to be reincarnated!
"Come back!"
Yan Wuhen grabbed his wife!
At that moment, his eyes were bloodshot. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, staining his robes and beard red.
Yet he had not lost the last shred of reason, because he knew that rushing over now would not save his son. Instead, it