The shrine manifested an omen; white candles burned with incense.
Blind eyes wept blood; an evil god descended upon the world.
A detached voice rang out from the void: "I came from the Sea of Bitterness, and thus let this mortal shell drift and sink!"
In that instant, the Life-less Mother gained immense power.
It was as though a dim seed within her body had sprouted—swiftly breaking through the soil, sending out shoots, growing, until in an instant it became a towering tree, its luxuriant branches casting shade!
That voice chanted: "All those with six defeats and seven fates are afflicted beings."
The Life-less Mother's palm had already been smashed apart, yet a spinning wind-hole appeared at the stump of her wrist. Clusters of savage ghostly phantoms scrambled out of it, each fighting to be first.
"Those burdened by three sorrows and eight sufferings are innocent people of the world!"
The chain that pierced her body, her maimed hands, shattered organs, and continuously spilling Dao Essence—none of it could restrain her any longer.
She gained an unprecedented freedom and leapt high into the air.
Her deeply wrinkled old face held both desolation and emotion, blood tears falling from the corners of her eyes. At this moment, what had she remembered? She began to howl, her howl gradually merging with that detached voice in the void—
"Have pity on me, all living beings!"
Her mouth suddenly peeled open, opening so wide that her entire head vanished from sight, becoming a shadowy hole.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
Gusts of yin wind rose.
From deep within that dark hole came the shrill wailing of ghosts.
"Pity you?"
Yuwen Duo erupted in furious roar, his braided hair sweeping through the air like banner-spears.
His ancient bloodline had already awakened, rivers surging within his body.
And