The Blood Seal Runes displayed an eerie beauty. To the Yin God, Lin Feng's blood was like poison.
Like the blooming Black Lotus, these Blood Seal Runes also transformed into a dragon.
This dragon was nothing like the dragons people imagined.
It was a qi channel.
It was a mountain-and-river dragon vein seen through the Qi-Observing Eye.
It had the Intent, but not the form.
An enormous Jianmu loomed indistinctly behind Lin Feng, illusory and dreamlike. Azure light fell from the tree.
This was where the ancient sages within the Gamalang Orchids had once lived.
The Ritual Incense had brought all of this forth.
Everything that had ever existed left a trace.
The Ritual Incense and the tempering process had drawn out everything buried deep within Lin Feng's soul.
He could also switch to the Sacred Mountain and the Sacred Ox.
He could, but there was no need.
This was his combat form.
Behind every leaf on the tree was a small, emaciated corpse, stripped of flesh until only bones remained.
These were the ancient sages of Gamalang.
Before they died, they had dehydrated themselves into mummies and cut off their own heads.
To the Gamalang Tribe, the head was the dwelling place of wisdom.
It was a "sacred relic" of their heritage. They had never considered human heads filthy or Evil.
The head of every Gamalang Elder had to be passed down as an heirloom.
A faint medicinal fragrance drifted down from the Gamalang Jianmu and into the Yin God's "nose."
The Three-Official Yin God's body began rotting rapidly, dissolving into a puddle of thick fluid.
Mixed with Lin Feng's blood, it became a bubbling pool of pus.
Within the pus, amid the lamplight, a phantom of the Guesthouse appeared.
Another Lin Feng crawled out of this phantom.
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