Soul vessel phylactery

Branches swayed in the gale, icy raindrops striking them and spilling to the ground in curtains of water.

Sheets of rain fell to the ground, raising a hazy mist of pale spray. Xia Lun hid behind a coconut tree, crouching low and suppressing his presence, as though he had become part of the mist and rain.

He silently watched the approaching Salt Monsters. The Salt-Takers trudged laboriously through the mud, their salt-encrusted mouths murmuring strange whispers. The Bound Salt Skulls advanced in undead silence, round raindrops striking the white salt beside their chains. Yellowed chunks of salt dissolved in the murky rainwater, leaving muddy streams behind them.

"Must, follow, devour."

The Wild Men within Digestive Salt tore and gnawed at one another. Every Wild Man that made up its body shrieked, and its hands flailed like seaweed, occasionally catching a few Wild Men who failed to dodge in time and dragging them inside.

The earth trembled as monsters ran rampant. It was a scene straight out of the apocalypse.

Xia Lun held his breath, the rain growing ever louder in his ears.

In the sky, the enormous, swollen eyeball drifted with the majesty of a sovereign surveying its subjects. Its main eye remained motionless, but the hundreds of smaller eyes around it darted to and fro, scanning the ground like searchlights.

That thing won't spot me, will it? Xia Lun's thoughts began to wander.

He remained perfectly still, letting rain run into his coat collar and soak his body. Perhaps because he had only just revived, he even felt a chill creeping up from the soles of his feet.

Thud, thud. Thud.

Footsteps, rainfall, and heartbeats mingled together, making his nerves fray and his spine grow cold.

For a moment, Xia Lun even thought he had been discovered. Yet the