In the southern reaches of the vast, boundless Dark Forest, near the Death Cemetery.
A mighty waterfall thundered down into a broad, deep pool. A gently flowing stream at the pool's edge branched off in three directions. Tall, lush trees surrounded it, oddly shaped boulders lay everywhere, and fish shimmered in the water.
The silvery water poured down like the Milky Way, gathering in the pool below with an enormous roar. The cascading torrent, like a falling river, churned violently against the scattered rocks beneath it, throwing up tremendous sprays that splashed in every direction.
In a corner slightly off to one side of the waterfall stood a hard, round stone. A man sat naked upon it, his well-proportioned muscles full of strength. With his knees drawn together and his legs crossed, he bore the fierce impact of the falling water with his body.
The turbulent water struck his body with loud, crackling crashes. His body swayed slightly, his expression impassive. The meridians throughout his body throbbed, and a faint, dark sheen seemed to flicker over his skin.
This man was naturally Han Shuo. After arriving at the Death Cemetery, the first thing he had set out to do was digest the battle aura left inside him by that Phantom Shadow assassin.
After his Demonic Cultivation Art advanced from the solid body stage to meridian expansion, Han Shuo's body had undergone a complete transformation. Even the behavior of battle aura entering his body had changed. The battle aura that assassin had driven into him at the Buster Trading Company had initially remained bound by his demonic essence. Han Shuo had originally thought it would be just like before, slowly merging with his demonic essence as he did whatever he pleased.
However, the facts proved Han Shuo's judgment wrong. This time,