The deserted island was small, with nothing but rocks on it. There was not a soul for thousands of miles around.
Chu Mo carefully laid down layer upon layer of formations, isolating the entire island from the outside world. After checking them several times and confirming that nothing was amiss, he sat down at the formation eye.
With a thought, two treasure seals appeared.
The two seals floated side by side in the air before him, bobbing gently, their auras faintly resonating with one another.
"Let's begin."
He murmured and formed hand seals. Bright Furnace Pure Fire suddenly ignited, pure and clear, brilliant as glazed crystal, casting a radiant, translucent glow.
The moment the pure fire appeared, it licked [Death Sentence] into its flames and slowly began refining it.
At first, the Ink Seal showed no reaction, allowing the pure fire to work upon it as though resigned to its fate. As time passed, roughly twelve days later, it gradually lost the ability to maintain its shape and began shedding wisps of murky energy.
Another six days passed, and that murky energy grew increasingly dense.
Rather than being burned into nothingness, it suddenly gathered at a certain moment, forming a blurred, towering figure. Though his features were indistinct, that distinctive imperial robe left no doubt-who else could it be but Xi Sang?
[Level 38 · Xi Sang's Remnant Thought]
Chu Mo's gaze sharpened, surprise rising in his heart. There was something like this hidden inside Death Sentence? Could that old object really be the urban legend that gave birth to [Xi Sang]?
The remnant thought's eyes abruptly opened. His gaze swept across the surroundings before settling on Chu Mo, and he said coldly, "Who are you? How dare you tamper with half of my being?!"
Chu Mo frowned