Inside the Coffin, Old Tuo lay there.
His hair was white, his face withered, his eyes tightly shut, not a trace of breath remaining.
A faint gray light flowed around him. It was the power of Chu Yunshang's Killing Sacred Dao. She was using the strength she had drawn from slaughter to preserve the old man's last sliver of life.
That gray light was so faint it was nearly invisible, like a dying candle flickering in the wind, ready to go out at any moment.
The old man's body was covered in countless wounds. Some were deep enough to expose bone, some pierced through his chest and abdomen, and some had even cleaved open the entire left side of his body.
His skin was cracked like land parched by a long drought; his muscles had shriveled like wind-dried cured meat; his bones were fragile like rotten dead branches.
Chu Yunshang's eyes reddened.
She bit her lower lip and forced down the surging emotions within her.
She took out a Netherworld Fruit from her sleeve and held it in her palm.
The fruit was deep purple, its surface traced with Reincarnation Runes. With every flicker, an incomparably rich aura of life overflowed from it. That aura contained the supreme law of life and death transmutation, as well as the fundamental mysteries of reincarnation power.
She took a deep breath and gently placed the fruit into Old Tuo's mouth.
The fruit melted as soon as it entered his mouth. Deep-purple juice flowed down Old Tuo's throat, into his stomach, into his blood, and into his bone marrow.
Then Old Tuo's body began to glow.
It was not gray light, nor black light, but a deep-purple radiance containing the power of reincarnation and the supreme law of life and death transmutation.
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