C607 Blood Bone to Flesh

Whoosh!

The snow-white robe, suspended in midair, began to stir without a hint of wind, slowly unfurling after the master's words were spoken.

The statue, towering over the land with hands clasped, radiated a dazzling divine light!

The chest of the statue, with its open cavity, resembled a revered wooden idol, its facial expression subtly shifting to reveal a benevolent smile tinged with the essence of offering and devotion.

Facing the onlookers, the statue, hewn from the Sword Prison, emitted a thunderous, otherworldly sound from within.

Subsequently, a multitude of beams, infused with vitality, sword's will, spiritual energy, lightning, and Soul Power, burst forth from the statue's navel, chest, shoulders, and various acupoints.

The once somber and dark sky was abruptly illuminated as if it were high noon, the brilliance too intense for the eyes to bear.

The power radiating from these beams was earth-shattering, as though the very fabric of space was being stretched to its limits.

The master and apprentice from the Skyreach Consortium exchanged glances, compelled to cast further spells to ensure the integrity of the space around them.

One by one, the resplendent beams of light converged on the floating snow-white robe.

The robe swelled wildly, filling the entire sky within moments.

Inside the now voluminous robe, crackling and snapping sounds were incessant.

Rich vitality, pure and robust spiritual energy, the elusive Soul Power, and the unyielding sword's will surged within.

Throughout this transformation, the snow-white robe continued to expand at a frenetic pace, eventually covering hundreds of acres and increasing in size by hundreds of times.

Yet, in an abrupt shift, the robe that had engulfed the splendid light began to contract.

The brilliance was drawn inward, condensing and distilling to its purest essence.

As the robe contracted, an awe-inspiring vision gradually took shape within.

First, a spine of black gold coalesced in the robe's center, formed by the convergence of vitality and spiritual energy.

Then, branching out from this central spine, a complex network of veins, bones, and tendons materialized, one after another.

Immediately, the blood and bones began to generate flesh, with blood vessels spreading out methodically like the earth's own network. As spiritual energy was infused, the sound of flowing blood could be heard, followed by the rapid overlay of skin, resembling a drumhead, upon the flesh and blood. Eventually, a new head emerged atop the robe's neck, filling out with flesh and blood.

Before long, the once empty snow-white robe had transformed into a living person, complete with flesh, limbs, internal organs, and an aura pulsating with life. The only feature missing from his slightly aged face was his eyeballs.

The hollow eye sockets, devoid of eyes, suddenly burst into life with two orbs of golden flame. The master of this space, utilizing the power of the Sword Prison's statue and a portion of its contributed energy, effortlessly crafted a corporeal body before everyone's eyes. His hollow gaze, ablaze with golden flames, turned once again to Lin Zhuyun.

"Either possessed by the Sky Fiend or the very girl from Winter's Bite herself," murmured the elder who had been working with Yan Qiling to maintain the space's stability, his tone a mix of shock and curiosity.

"Guard this space diligently!" His master admonished, urging him to stay focused on the task at hand.

Lin Zhuyun remained silent amidst the emerald Frozen Flames, unmoved by the exchange between the master and the figure that might be Yu Yuan. Even as the master crafted a corporeal body with the statue's gift, she showed no reaction. But when golden flames suddenly flared within the newly formed body's eye sockets, it seemed she finally lost her composure.

With a whoosh, the green flames condensed into a strand of gleaming green lightning and streaked away from the scene.

"Did you think you could leave so easily after I invited you here?" The flesh-and-blood master, with golden flames roiling in his eyes, let out a soft chuckle and pursued Lin Zhuyun. In a mere moment, he traversed thousands of yards, intercepting the fleeing green lightning.

A crescent moon, emanating intense cold, emerged from the green flames and hurtled toward the white-robed figure. Then, countless Ice Shards burst forth from the flames.

"Harvesting Celestial Ice Crystals from the Frozen Hellscape and imprinting them with the ultimate chill, this girl is truly astounding," Yan Qiling remarked, clearly impressed.

The individual whom the fat old man referred to as President Lyi was convinced that the verdant Frozen Flames were not enveloping an extraterrestrial Sky Fiend but rather Lin Zhuyun herself. He was certain of this fact.

Yan Qiling, the artifact soul of the Soul Splitting Staff, resided partly within the staff and partly within the Moonfall Sanctuary. Despite his long residence in the sanctuary, he had heard of the formidable reputation of the previous President Lyi of the Skyreach Consortium from those who had been forbidden from speaking. He was well aware of the man's might.

President Lyi's discernment and breadth of vision were unlikely to be mistaken.

"I've heard that the Sky Fiend who possessed the girl at the bottom of the Embers Sea originated from the Frozen Hellscape," Yan Qiling mused. "President Lyi also mentioned that he was acquainted with that particular Sky Fiend from the Frozen Hellscape. It appears there are deeper secrets within the sect than I initially thought."

With this notion in mind, Yan Qiling's gaze returned to Yu Yuan, who stood within the Crucible of Evil.

"Are you still yourself?"

He mused this question internally, choosing not to voice it aloud.

With a swift motion, an ice-cold wraith burst forth from the Crucible of Evil where Yu Yuan stood, heading straight for Zhan Yun, the Sect Master of Nightbane. The aura emanating from the wraith bore a striking resemblance to the Frozen Flames that surrounded Lin Zhuyun.

Upon closer inspection, Yan Qiling noticed that the wraith possessed a human upper body and a scorpion's lower half, its form as clear and pristine as an Ice Shard, coursing with the utmost chill.

Zhan Yun let out a soft snort.

From her corporeal form emerged a resplendent Solar Spirit, while a ghostly Lunar Spirit also took flight. The Solar Spirit shone with the brilliance of a condensed rainbow, its beauty otherworldly, akin to a celestial nymph from the heavens, making any onlooker feel sullied by comparison.

The Lunar Spirit, however, exuded a different charm—enticing, alluring, and untamed, reminiscent of a woman easily swayed by temptation.

Zhan Yun's Solar Spirit Body advanced to meet the Frost Queen, who had departed from the Crucible of Evil, while the Lunar Spirit made its way toward Yu Yuan, chuckling slyly, "Whether you are human or demon, I can use the soul mark to make you remember me once more and ensure your allegiance to me anew."

Puff!

Zhan Yun had barely finished her sentence when a wave of dizziness overcame her.

Her boastful words ended in a spurt of crimson blood.

She turned deathly pale with shock.

In that moment, she realized that the wraith she had branded in Yu Yuan's Mindscape using the sinister Spirit-Birthing technique had been seized by an ethereal hand.

As the hand clasped the wraith, it felt as though her dominant soul was being choked.

The next instant, her elusive Lunar Spirit vanished without a trace.

Her vibrant Solar Spirit wailed pitifully midair, like a rainbow torn asunder.

Zhan Yun's terror peaked. With a mix of awe and palpitations, she shakily gazed once more at Yu Yuan within the Crucible of Evil.

Their eyes locked.

Blood streamed from all seven orifices of Zhan Yun's real body, and within the depths of her pupils, countless seductive shadows flickered like fish, emerging only to perish swiftly.

These shadows were the myriad forms of women she had conjured with her peerless art of enchantment.

These women were designed to captivate men of varying ages, dispositions, and preferences.

With a mere thought, she could morph into any of these women, using the Nightbane Sect's enchantment to leave an indelible soul mark in the minds and hearts of others.

But now, these alluring shadows of diverse allure were dying off rapidly.

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