It had been a long time since Wang Quan had seen Cultivator Zhong. Seeing him again now, he was horrified:
Cultivator Zhong's chest had disappeared, replaced by a book:
A book formed from transformed flesh and blood.
Rustle!
The pages spread open with a rustling sound, each one engraved with the [People-Crossing Scripture].
Sets of Outer Elixirs that replenished Dharma Power hung from his body.
Several hundred cases hung from him as well.
Although Wang Quan did not know what was inside the cases, experience told him that they probably contained some kind of organs.
When he saw Cultivator Zhong, Cultivator Zhong also looked toward Wang Quan, drawn by some unseen pull.
When Cultivator Zhong saw Wang Quan, tears of blood actually flowed from his eyes.
Looking through those bloody tears, Wang Quan saw that Cultivator Zhong's pupils were packed with densely clustered Dao Script.
Those Dao Script characters formed precisely the [People-Crossing Scripture].
The People-Crossing Scripture flowed, releasing wisps of blue smoke from time to time.
Soon, surrounded by a group of cultivators carrying large gourds on their backs, Cultivator Zhong was escorted to a warped hall.
The cultivators opened their gourds and attacked the hall.
The pages in Cultivator Zhong's chest flipped, and vast numbers of Dao Script characters flew out, forming the People-Crossing Scripture and branding themselves onto the hall.
Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!
The many evil beings on the hall gave off blue smoke.
Some howled, some cursed, and others gesticulated wildly, jabbering as they demanded a fight to the death with everyone.
But the People-Crossing Scripture released from Cultivator Zhong's body was too fierce. In a single breath, some evil beings vanished like smoke and scattered clouds.
The many [Outer Elixirs] attached to his body spun, instantly replenishing his Dharma Power.
The other cultivators seized the