It was merely the birth of a Dead Man's Bones.
Zhang Fusheng could clearly sense the bone density of all 206 bones in his body soaring wildly. The Mysterious Factors drawn in with every breath had multiplied severalfold.
Yet those were only trivial details.
He could directly see Soul Spirits now.
Even the Soul Spirits within physical shells—Zhang Fusheng had a feeling that he could not only see them, but perhaps directly touch such ethereal, intangible things.
And the two remnant souls within his divine realm, one belonging to the gunman and the other to Dean Long, were both rapidly being eroded from illusory soul forms and degenerating into Ghastly Skeletons.
Both unreal and tangible, he naturally understood—under the effects of Dead Man's Bones, remnant souls that became Ghastly Skeletons would retain the cultivation realm, combat skills, and techniques they possessed in life.
They could even leave the divine realm, no longer forced to remain within it—though they could only walk the real world briefly.
Even these seemed to be merely the tip of the iceberg.
It seemed that I had become a Half-Dead, Half-Alive Person, Zhang Fusheng murmured inwardly. Half-dead, half-alive—among the living, he was one of their kind.
And among ghosts, he was still one of their kind.
A vast flood of Mysterious Factors erupted from the Dead Man's Bones within his chest cavity.
Fourth Refinement Perfection, breaking through the second layer of muscular shackles—Fifth Refinement!
The force throughout his body had already surpassed six thousand jin.
No one knew how long had passed.
Under Huang Zhongxiao and Chen Nuanyu's gazes.
The solemn, unfathomable mysterious elder slowly opened his eyes, dense Death Qi spreading from his body.
"True Person!" Huang Zhongxiao prostrated himself on the ground, knocking his head against it.
At some point, the elder had appeared