After spending several days in tenderness with Ying Wu, Song Wen returned to his cave abode.
He walked to the meditation cushion and sat down cross-legged.
Calming his mind, focusing his spirit, he closed his eyes and regulated his breathing.
One month later.
Song Wen opened his eyes. His gaze was still as a deep pool, yet it carried an indescribable sharpness.
He rose to his feet, then casually waved a hand.
The dozen or so formation flags that had set up the trapping array flew up and landed to one side.
The trapping array was immediately lifted, revealing a blood cocoon over three meters tall before Song Wen.
The top of the blood cocoon slowly melted away, exposing Myriad Corpses Ancestor's head.
Having been trapped inside the blood cocoon for decades, Myriad Corpses Ancestor had become exceedingly irritable.
He glared viciously at Song Wen.
"Extreme Yin, what exactly are you plotting? If you mean to kill or flay me, why not give me a swift end?"
Song Wen grinned.
"Then I'll grant you your wish."
Song Wen curled his five fingers into claws and plunged them fiercely into the blood cocoon, piercing through Myriad Corpses Ancestor's chest.
Myriad Corpses Ancestor's eyes widened instantly.
He could clearly sense his essence blood and magic power draining away together.
"No wonder you went to such lengths to make me cultivate the Corpse King Reincarnation Art. So it was to devour my cultivation."
"Then that incomplete Corpse King Reincarnation Art circulating among the people was also your handiwork—bait you deliberately scattered!"
"Extreme Yin, you have quite the nerve, deceiving the entire Profound Realm's Tribulation Transcendence cultivators!"
"But you will not meet a good end! One day, you will play with fire and burn yourself!"
Song Wen paid Myriad Corpses Ancestor's curses no heed,