Jiang Han crushed the neck of the Angry-Crowned Chicken. Golden light shot into the sky through a mist of blood. “Ding! Sun God Bird, Great Golden Crow, activated. Burn all the Yin Corpse!”
Deep in the forests of Miaojiang, he stared down at the Six-Clawed Heavenly Centipede he had refined and sneered at the Nine-Headed Snake Cypress’s hiss. “A Huo Clan Undying Worm? Perfect. It’ll make a chew toy for my Thunder Flood Dragon!”
As a green python coiled around his waist and Teng people shrieked, tearing through the rain, Jiang Han summoned a swarm of Fire Beetles with a flick of his hand. “Silver Wolf King, it’s time to settle the score for your ancestors stealing my Miaojiang sacred Gu!”
“A Blood Corpse blocks the way? The Nine-Headed Snake Cypress bars my path? Candle Dragon Yin overturns the mountain of coffins?” He stood on the back of a Sin-Eating Baru, Buddhist light of Pure Vision Agama dancing at his fingertips. “I don’t refine Gu. I forge the funeral hymn of the gods and demons of the heavens!”
From a Miaojiang Gu boy to the Gu God of Jiuli, master of the primordial ferocious beasts, Jiang Han uncovered the ultimate truth of the ancient tomb in the deserted village. Even the Black Gold Ancient Sword in Zhang Qiling’s hand began to tremble. “What are you, really... a human, or a Gu?”
“Shh...” The phantom of Kui Ba leaping at his fingertips threw back its head and roared. “Now, I am the law of this tomb!”
