This eye was covered in extraordinarily complex folds, yet it was tender and lively, like a wrinkled fetus freshly scooped from amniotic fluid.
But its pupil was exceedingly bright. As Jiang Wang looked into this eye, it was as though he saw himself within it—
It was clearly Qu Shoufu's body, yet what was reflected in that eye was a figure clad in azure robes.
It seemed that the entire life bearing the name "Jiang Wang" was illuminated by candlelight within that gaze.
His movements involuntarily slowed, and he could only watch as the tentacle swelled, seeming about to burst Miao Rutai apart!
As a vessel, Miao Rutai's cultivation had originally surpassed Qu Shoufu's.
And Zhuge Yixian, the one who had descended into him, was undoubtedly stronger than the current Jiang Wang as well.
From the moment of their descent, each of them had been continuously remaking the body they inhabited to accommodate more of their own power—this was also why Jiang Nanpeng had been sleeping soundly in the Blood Coffin from the very start. Clearly, he did not consider the mutual suspicion of scheming and intrigue meaningful. Altering the vessel as much as possible to wield greater strength was perhaps the true essence of this game within the jar.
Miao Rutai's body had been remade exceptionally well. With every gesture, it was as though heaven and earth thundered in response, while the powers of the divinatory path and the shamanic path surged wildly.
Yet in a single exchange, he was pierced through by the tentacles of the flesh-tendril monster.
"Within this Vessel of Transcendence, constrained by our bodies, the gap between our powers... is not truly that great." Miao Rutai hung motionless in the air, grabbing the constantly writhing tentacle at his chest. All five fingers sank into the