The Patriarch of the Mystic Sect looked utterly heartbroken.
"Ignore an elder's words, and you'll suffer right before your eyes. When have you ever seen me lie to you?"
His words had barely fallen.
Jiyan's final wisp of divine soul melded perfectly with that body.
He moved his hands, then his neck.
The long-lost sensation of physical touch filled his heart with wild joy.
This was what he had originally looked like!
"Old man, furious, aren't you? These are your ashes... and now they're my body... hahaha, hahaha!"
Crack!
Jiyan laughed and laughed, but soon he could no longer laugh.
He could feel how brittle the bones inside him were. All he had done was move a little, and a crack rang out-a rib had broken!
How was that possible?
Had those bastards in Southern Mei made him a pile of tofu-dreg junk?
He stared at the Patriarch of the Mystic Sect in disbelief.
The Patriarch of the Mystic Sect waved his hands. "There's no talking sense into you, no talking sense into you!"
"Did you tamper with something? Why can't I feel any spiritual energy in my bones now... ah..."
Crack!
Jiyan had merely raised a hand to point at him, and he heard his brittle bones crack again!
Then came, "Crack, crack, crack... crack-crack-crack... crack-crack-crack..."
His body began collapsing at an alarming speed, his skeleton disintegrating.
It was as helpless as a newly erected building that, only after completion, proved to be a tofu-dreg construction job and crumbled away.
All he could do now was open his half-lidded, world-weary eyes wide and round. He had no strength to stop his body from collapsing.
The Patriarch of the Mystic Sect was now just as weak as he was.
Jiyan gritted his teeth and fell to his knees. "You're this