Seven Kill Stele

The corpse opened its eyes. They were a deep, blood-red, and the mist around them immediately blurred and warped, dissolving into chaos.

Meng Qi's vision swam, and his Primordial Spirit felt slightly dizzy. Then he saw lines stretching in from the outside world, piercing through the chaos and clinging tightly to the corpse's enormous brow.

Thoughts or Primordial Spirits descended along the lines and entered the Mysterious Pass. A drop of blood welled up from the corpse, merged with them, and formed bodies that landed upon mountains, rivers, and streams.

Just as Meng Qi tried to look more closely, the scene shifted again and again. Sometimes a powerful Primordial Spirit flew out from the brow and followed the lines outward; sometimes the corpse was stirred, its entire body turning transparent; sometimes those enormous, crimson eyes appeared, utterly devoid of life...

Meng Qi furrowed his brow slightly and thought to himself, The corpse opened its eyes, so time around it fell into disarray. Were past events reflected here, so long as their impressions had been deep enough?

So the fragment was, in essence, a corpse—a powerful corpse that had completely evolved its Inner World into a universe?

So the bodies Nangong Chong and the others descended into weren't truly created from the void, but came from the enormous corpse's blood?

So Wu Youming and the others had also reconstituted their bodies by drawing indirectly on this power?

With a sudden insight, Meng Qi soared into the air, flying toward the terrifying corpse, toward its brow.

The distance between them was short. The moment Meng Qi moved, he was already above it, looking clearly into those crimson eyes!

There were no pupils within them, only boundless waves of blood-red water, teeming with killing intent and Death Intent. At the center of the