After withdrawing the Blood Sea that filled the sky, Song Wen took out a Corpse-Nurturing Coffin and put Gong Tianzong's corpse inside.
Then he took out the stone statue of the nun, spat out several mouthfuls of blood essence, and sprinkled them over it.
The statue's exposed chest had already made it look somewhat strange; now stained scarlet, it looked even more eerie.
An indescribable aura surged from the statue and coiled around Song Wen.
Song Wen's aura immediately became chaotic and disordered, impossible to track.
Then he continued fleeing into the distance.
At the same time, he sank part of his consciousness into his sea of consciousness.
Gong Tianzong's and Feng Chang's souls were still imprisoned there.
Without wasting words, Song Wen cast the Golden Broth Curse, conjuring a glob of scalding golden sewage.
"Fellow Daoist Gong, I imagine you're familiar with this substance? Answer a few questions, and I'll give you a quick death."
As he spoke, the golden sewage flew out and landed on Feng Chang's chest.
"Aaargh-!"
As the golden sewage seeped into Feng Chang's chest, it immediately began to melt, and he let out an agonized howl!
A flicker of fear crossed Gong Tianzong's eyes at the sight.
"I can agree to that. But you must answer a question first," Gong Tianzong said.
"Ask," Song Wen said.
"You know many of the Divine Blood Sect's secret arts. What exactly is your relationship with them? And I've never wronged you, so why did you ambush me?" Gong Tianzong asked.
"That's two questions."
Song Wen chuckled and continued.
"There's no harm in telling you. I have no connection whatsoever to the Divine Blood Sect. I obtained these secret arts by killing their cultivators. As for ambushing you, I wanted to devour your cultivation."
Gong Tianzong's expression turned