"His soul scattered to the winds?" Huang Pi threw back his head and laughed wildly.
His laughter shook white dust from the seal-script characters on the vaulted ceiling, showering Yang Yong's shoulder.
Yang Yong raised a hand and fanned the air before his nose. The dust carried the smell of old mildew and dried blood.
"Rather than cling to morality like you, only to end up with your flesh stolen, your true body trapped, and your clansmen nearly wiped out, I'd rather take a gamble!"
"Today, I'll seize all the power in this ancient tomb, then subdue every demon creature inside it."
"From now on, in this chaotic world, I, Huang Pi, will have the final say."
Huang Santainai was so furious that her spectral form shook constantly. Her lips trembled, and it took a long while before she managed to force out a voice. "You refuse to see reason!"
"Do you think it will sincerely cooperate with you?"
"He's only treating you as a pawn... one he can discard whenever he likes!"
The smile abruptly vanished from Huang Pi's face.
His eyes turned cold, like two stones sinking into icy water.
"So what if I'm a pawn?"
"As long as I'm strong enough, even a pawn can turn around and control the player."
Yang Yong stood to the side, listening quietly.
The two were arguing fiercely, but he took none of it to heart.
He was looking.
Looking at the chains on that stone pillar.
They were as thick as a child's arm and covered in rust, their links engraved with densely packed spiral patterns.
Looking at the grayish-white tentacles emerging from the Daoist's body.
They pushed out through his flesh, one after another, like maggots growing out of meat.
Looking at what lay beneath the seal-script characters shaken