As they spoke, a light breeze swept across the Glazed Scorched Earth.
On the barren scorched earth, Xu Capital City silently "grew" back once more.
Chu Mo's pupils contracted. In his vision, Xu Capital City underwent another strange transformation: a red health bar actually sprouted out of thin air above it.
"The city came alive?" Chu Mo was somewhat shocked.
Beside him stood Plague Daoist and Bone Daoist, who had just reconstructed their bodies. Though they lacked Chu Mo's unusual vision, they keenly noticed the gravity that flashed across his expression.
An opening!
Both were old ghosts of many years, with abundant combat experience. This lapse in Chu Mo's attention was the perfect opportunity for a sneak attack. A vicious light blazed in Plague Daoist's eyes.
"A hundred plagues breed, ten thousand impurities follow!"
Sickly green pestilential qi poured out of his body, covering the sky in an instant. "Disease," "decline," and "decay" proliferated. A single breath would leave one beset by a hundred plagues, never again free of their torment.
As the pestilential qi surged toward Chu Mo, Plague Daoist inexplicably glanced downward out of the corner of his eye.
That one glance made his hands freeze instantly, as though he had been struck by lightning.
There, amid the bustling "crowds" in the city's streets and alleys, stood countless copies of... himself!
There was a toddler "Plague" taking his first unsteady steps; a frail, sickly, deathly pale adolescent "Plague"; a young adult "Plague" who had just begun to succeed in cultivation; and also... a Plague with the same hooked nose he had now.
They mingled among "Multitude," interacting and walking alongside faces from days gone by, as though living in his own past.
"How could this...?!"
Towering waves surged through Plague Daoist's heart, and a chill rose from its