Taiyin Immortal

A slower pace, hardship from the start, and a golden finger.

“You’re a monster. So am I.”

With a wave of his sleeve, Feng Qingyi unfurled a scroll of alchemical lore in midair. Inside were twelve strange and wondrous divine objects, seemingly representing humans, immortals, gods, demons, devils, ghosts...

The red-eyed image representing a devil slowly opened its eyes, then broke free of the painting. A drop of blood-red liquid fell, split in two, and dripped into the young man's eyes.