Cloud Dream's Fate

Yuwen Shangwu's mouth hung crooked and his eyes slanted as he groggily glanced around. The eight-armed ancient demon before him looked somewhat familiar.

He had no time to inspect it closely; rows of evil specters were already right before his eyes.

He stomped hard, and seventy percent of the pale bone-white ship beneath his feet dispersed, transforming into ten thousand Dharma swords.

As he controlled the sword formation to shred the evil specters, his expression changed. He raised his head and stood proudly, like a sovereign descending upon the world.

But he had clearly underestimated these evil specters. Their shattered flesh and blood scattered everywhere, chunk by chunk carpeting the surroundings and weaving a twisted tableau of flesh. Invisibly, it aligned with the Great Dao—it was precisely the primordial evil specters' method of transforming into the Dao.

Yuwen Shangwu and the four female immortals aboard the ship suffered contamination in both body and soul. Their skin, flesh, internal organs, and even their bones warped and twisted, slowly transforming them into evil specters.

"Seal, for this Emperor."

With a dignified low shout, he activated the Other Path Gu art. Black mist spread out, suppressing and sealing the evil specter flesh blanketing the water.

The half-step Dao-Bearing Other Path Gu, combined with Zhao Qixian's formation Dao, was a notch stronger than primordial evil specters at the quasi-Patriarch level.

Yet the Other Path Gu's rank exceeded this body's realm. The Other Path Gu art could not be cast repeatedly in quick succession.

Looking again at the four women beside him, each was in unbearable agony, yet none could cry out anymore. Their deformed bodies were beyond their control; they could not even make a sound.

"Four pieces of trash."

With a flick of his sleeve, he swept the four women into his inner