Thousands upon thousands of runes fluttered through the stone chamber, turning into a rain of light. Now they became peng birds, now kun fish, spreading their wings and rising and falling in the void, revealing the laws in full.
A handsome youth stood transfixed before the blood pool, immersed in its boundless mysteries.
A faint smile rested on Shi Zhao's lips. She did not disturb him, merely standing quietly to one side. A corner of Tattered Cloth shimmered faintly with light as a half-gold, half-black symbol gradually branded itself upon it.
"It worked!" Her face blossomed into a smile.
The Kun Peng Precious Technique really is excellent. Now I have a share of it too.
"See you, little brother. Take your time comprehending it." She put away the Tattered Cloth and drifted away, stirring a gentle breeze.
Shi Hao's brows twitched slightly. Though his mind was wholly absorbed in comprehending the runes of the Kun Peng Precious Technique, he seemed vaguely aware of something.
Shi Zhao did not go far. She stayed in the Demon Transformation Cave, sitting down among the heaps of bone dust without a care, and even greeted the phantoms formed from the lingering obsessions of those Primordial Ferocious Beasts with considerable interest.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the Desolate Region, there was a forbidden zone within a dense black forest.
Two years earlier, an uninvited visitor had entered this place: a Green-Clad Woman who had come seeking family and intended to cultivate here as well.
Who else could she have been but the other Shi Zhao?
After leaving Heavenly God Mountain, she had headed straight here.
Back then, the Great Demon God, the Fifteenth Master, had fled into this place while being hunted by Old Pixiu. At the time, she had been insignificant, her words carrying little weight,