Day gave way to night, and the sun and moon took their turns. Who knew how much time had passed?
The little sword gradually solidified, turning from Qi into substance, from ethereal to tangible. Black and white intertwined along its blade, the two aspects united, life and death giving rise to each other.
It hovered within the golden vault, trembling faintly, as though it might burst out of his body at any moment.
Chu Mo opened his eyes, a gleam of satisfaction flashing through them.
"It's done."
With a thought, the little sword flew out of his golden vault and hovered before him. It was roughly three feet long, crystalline throughout, with black and white crisscrossing its blade in a breathtaking display of beauty.
He reached out and gripped its hilt, feeling a mysterious power flow from the blade, as though a single stroke could sever life and death, Yin and Yang, and cleave Heaven and Earth.
"What a fine divine ability."
He voiced his praise, put the sword away, and turned toward the black mist beside him.
The black mist had thinned considerably, but Huayin's screams still rang out from time to time, shrill and piercing, as though he were suffering immense pain. Within it, a humanoid outline could faintly be seen twisting and warping, sometimes stretching and shortening, sometimes swelling and shrinking...
"Aaargh!"
After a heart-rending scream, the black mist abruptly exploded.
A ghost creature tumbled out of the mist.
Chu Mo looked closely, his brows lifting slightly despite himself.
The ghost creature was truly hideous beyond all expectation, so ugly that one could scarcely bear to look at him.
He wore a suit of battered armor and held a spear. His face was green, his fangs protruded, blood streamed from his seven orifices, and his entire body