I had been squatting in the turbid vortex of Pangu Temple for an unknown amount of time. When twelve drops of essence and blood jumped out of me, Dijiang had already lined up the boss. At the moment when the law of time froze the wind, I clenched my newly grown fingers - without soul, this scar is destined to fail to become a saint, and the path to merit and virtue is floating in the ninth heaven, out of reach. The second the martial arts mutation system popped up, I was scratching the scales on the back of my neck, and the lights of the Wu Clan blood pool in the distance had not yet turned on. I rubbed my hot knuckles, and the sky was filled with chaos.
