"Something's wrong!"
He abruptly opened his eyes.
The power he had devoured from the first nine Eerie Domains should have been steadily nourishing his flesh.
Yet now, a small portion of that eerie power had begun rampaging through his meridians, as though tainted by some kind of filth.
No. There was nothing wrong with the power of the Eerie Domains themselves.
It was the marks.
Marks left by some existence.
When these Eerie Domains first took shape, someone had planted an extremely well-hidden brand in each of them.
After the Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace devoured their power, those brands had entered Yang Yong's body along with it.
Now, all nine marks had activated at once and were wreaking havoc inside him.
This was a contingency left by that so-called "Holy Lord."
"How underhanded."
A trace of ruthlessness flashed through Yang Yong's eyes.
Anyone else would have suffered grave injuries from this, if not died outright.
With nine marks erupting inside the body simultaneously, the meridians would be shattered at best; at worst, the body would be possessed outright.
Clearly, someone had counted on others coming to harvest these Eerie Domains and laid a trap in advance.
But Yang Yong did not panic.
The Great Chaos Warship.
This was his ultimate trump card.
In his current state, directly contending with a "Holy Lord"-level existence was virtually impossible.
Unless the Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace was willing to act, he had no higher-level power with which to erase these marks directly.
But he had another choice.
The will of the Great Chaos Warship.
"Since you dared leave a contingency inside my body, I'll give you a fine gift."
Yang Yong sneered and acted without hesitation.
The Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace, the Four Yang God-Sealing Banner, the Nine Nether Yuanchen White Bone Ring, the Nine Nether Ancient