Chen Yao carried the Dark Creature disguised as a being of the Immortal Domain in one hand while tossing the Runic Block in the other. Threads of darkness origin were drawn from the cultivator's body and absorbed into his own.
With each breath, he inhaled and exhaled blue-white clear qi, dissolving the dark substance and turning the clear qi deep red, then pitch-black. Astonishingly, he showed no fear whatsoever of the terrifying dark substance and swallowed that mouthful of turbid qi straight down.
As he continued to suck away the darkness origin remaining within the Dark Creature, the creature grew increasingly listless. His body began to disintegrate, turning to ashes that drifted away, crumbling grain by grain from his toes toward his head.
His primordial spirit also slowly grew gaunt. Its sacred immortal light began to dim, and specks of black appeared within the blazing white radiance. Its stable state broke down, its origin withered, and the dark disguise began to peel away, revealing his true form. Those black specks rapidly became blotches, then great swaths of black mist that scattered outward, until his entire primordial spirit turned black.
He finally returned to the appearance a Dark Creature ought to have. His black, translucent primordial spirit was somewhat emaciated and still continuously released mist formed from dark substance. That mist had originally been immortal mist, exceptionally sacred, but now it had become dark, eerie, and ominous. It looked like black smoke from a fire in the mortal world, yet carried a danger that could only be called lethal.
Ordinary beings might suffer a terrible calamity merely from touching this dark substance. Even Divine Capital would have to retreat in droves.
But Chen Yao was not afraid in the slightest.
On the contrary, he was now practically beyond words.
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