Amid Zhang Yuanqing's shout, a terrifying, powerful, icy aura surged out from Heavenly Secrets Tower, like a breath from the depths of hell, swiftly tainting the magnificent structure.
Standing on the eighth floor, he bore the brunt of the swelling, rampaging yin energy. In an instant, he felt the Lunar Power within him descend into chaos and slip out of control, just as it had when he had been stared at by the vertical eye on Demon Eye Heavenly King's forehead.
His complexion began to turn pale, bloodshot veins spread through his eyes, and reason faded from his gaze as bloodlust and brutality emerged. Like the disciples inside the tower, the rampage of Lunar Power was transforming him into an undead corpse.
The next second, fierce and tyrannical Solar Power burst from his body, suppressing the yin energy and halting the transformation.
Zhang Yuanqing swiftly flew out of Heavenly Secrets Tower and fled into the sky.
The entire Heavenly Secrets Tower began to shake violently, like a building on the verge of collapse during an earthquake.
All the candles within the tower flickered, turning into ghostly green flames.
The once brightly lit tower became a haunted building in the night, emitting a chilling green glow. The disciples inside—whether awake or asleep, Extraordinary or Saint—were all transformed into undead creatures under the erosion of that icy aura.
Their consciousness vanished in an instant. Beastlike "heh-heh" sounds issued from their throats, and reason faded from their eyes, leaving behind only pure brutality and bloodlust.
"Fuck!" Zhang Yuanqing could not help but curse.
His guess had been correct. The Imperial Preceptor was refining undead corpses—no, he wanted to refine himself into a level-nine undead creature.
Judging from what he had just experienced, the Imperial Preceptor was currently at a weak level nine. He