The great lake where shadows converged surged with raging waves. Buried deep in despair, the Smiling Divine Statues turned around, their blood-weeping eyes all fixing on the Flesh-and-Blood Immortal.
With flesh and blood at his core, the Flesh-and-Blood Immortal had escaped Fate's encirclement through all manner of unimaginable means. Reborn within Gao Ming, he had become the only living Ghost God in Hanhai.
Eight arms pierced the Black Lake and seized the Black-and-White Posthumous Photo, which was drawing something from the statues.
The thin photograph weighed a thousand pounds. Blood vessels bulged along the Flesh-and-Blood Immortal's eight arms, and his four ghostly faces twisted with savage ecstasy as he roared, trying to lift it.
The Black Lake churned. All the shadows seemed ready to bear down on the Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God. Even the damaged statues looked at him with jealousy. He had provoked the envy and hatred of gods!
"It's mine! Whether inside the dream or outside it, it's mine!"
A familiar voice rang out from a corner of the Execution House. Both the bound Situ An and Gao Ming heard it.
"Who's speaking? Gong Xi? Or the Flesh-and-Blood Immortal?"
The multicolored patterns on the Execution House's walls appeared on the Flesh-and-Blood Immortal's skin. Countless torture implements trembled, crying out like a hundred birds paying homage to a phoenix.
The Flesh-and-Blood Immortal gave it everything he had, turning over the black-and-white photograph submerged at the bottom of the lake before more statues could awaken.
Gao Ming and Xuan Wen finally saw the image in the photograph. Against the backdrop of a blood-red city, thirteen survivors were hidden throughout its streets.
Wearing the epaulets of the Hanhai General Investigation Bureau's chief, Situ An stood before his mother's grave. His figure was the clearest, but he had already turned completely black and