Anklets

Both legs?

Fang Yue looked down, and his expression immediately changed.

His legs were covered in cracks.

Black liquid seeped out of every crack.

The liquid trickled down along the fissures, then quickly solidified, turning into tiny iron chains that looked like some kind of ornament.

The wounds healed completely, leaving the little chains clinging tightly to his skin like decorations.

"Is this part of the Demon Corpse's power?"

[Yes! You'll have to figure out what it does yourself. But the Demon Corpse was eroded by the Cold River for so many years without being destroyed, so it must have developed some ability to adapt to the Cold River.]

[So you should be able to adapt to the Cold River to some extent, too.]

[Also, I used too much power on the Fate Plate. I'm starting to get sleepy again...]

The Fate Plate ability of the sheepskin parchment was newly developed after it fused with the flute.

Using it seemed to consume a great deal of power. After only two uses, it had once again fallen into the same state of exhaustion as before.

The upside was that the power related to the Fate Plate didn't seem to backfire on Fang Yue. It seemed to sustain itself.

Fang Yue tried to sense the power in his legs and, sure enough, felt the tiny iron chains formed from the solidified blood.

He tried controlling them. The little chains immediately writhed like liquid, gathering around his calves and forming two black anklets.

An indescribable coolness radiated from the anklets, continually flowing back into his body.

Then... Fang Yue noticed that his Anomaly Value was actually rising!

That was right. Just like a supplement, the cool sensation swept through his whole body, and his Anomaly Value ticked up, recovering a little.

The amount