The icy flesh began to seep into bizarre black water, mending his ruptured throat and shattered heart veins.
Shen Shouxing’s limbs started to convulse irregularly, with flesh seemingly pulled by gray threads, constantly writhing and eventually fully merging.
With a strange posture, Shen Shouxing slowly stood up.
His eyes turned into a deep black color.
A faintly sinister smile spread across his lips.
Hoarse, torn, as if countless voices of men, women, old, and young melded together, echoing in the deathly silent Divine Temple.
"A bunch of old fools, guarded so tightly..."
"But finally... got inside..."
"The chess game of Qian State... can’t place a piece, then... start a new game..."
The black blood on Shen Shouxing’s body soaked the clothing, making him look as if wearing a dead man’s Taoist Robe.
He walked unevenly to Shen Tuao, dipped his fingers into his own black blood, and began delineating Formation Patterns.
On the dead man’s Taoist Robe, hundreds and thousands of shadows appeared for a moment.
Under Shen Shouxing’s hand, the black blood seemed to gain life, squirming individually, winding on Shen Tuao’s skinless flesh, revealing one sinister Pattern after another.
And these Patterns assembled into a dragon.
This dragon was a Black Dragon, resembling the Azure Dragon of the Great Wilderness, yet emitting an indescribable arcane and bizarre aura.
The torn, overlapping, and bizarre voices rang out:
"You are the Prince of Great Wilderness, you will not die..."
"You will return to the Great Wilderness, accomplish your feats, rule all clans with supreme authority, subdue all demons with the might of a True Dragon..."
"You will let the flames of war spread, burning the entire Great Wilderness."
"Devour the Taoist Soldiers of the Taoist Court into White Bone, trample the lapdogs of the Taoist Court into flesh..."
"Turn the entire Great Wilderness into purgatory..."
"Your throne will be forged of White Bone, your royal city built of flesh, and you, amidst boundless massacre, crowned as king..."
"This is your destiny."
...
These words merged into the Patterns, complemented the Dragon Diagram, and became one with Shen Tuao’s flesh.
Shen Tuao suddenly opened his eyes, a Black Dragon flashed in the depths.
Shen Shouxing pointed his finger, and the Patterns, like Gu Worms, gnawed in the air, biting out a fissure.
This fissure carried a trace, seemingly the Void Power.
In this power, some Gui Tao Laws were mixed, under heavy shadows, it deceived the Heavenly Dao Laws, not triggering the heavenly punitive prohibition of the Third-Grade State Boundary.
This was the "Deceiving Heaven" Skill.
Yet this astonishing scene went unseen by anyone.
Shen Tuao slowly arose, the Black Dragon’s power infused his body, surging a strange Evil Qi.
His gaze pitch-black, he walked to the Dragon Coffin, lifted the body of the Fourth Prince, then step by step, entered the bizarre fissure torn open by Shen Shouxing.
From then, his figure completely vanished, whereabouts unknown.
But a trace of pitch-black flame quietly ignited, soon, it will burn all beings to scorched earth...
...
Sending off Shen Tuao, Shen Shouxing walked to Young Master Xuan’s "corpse," his eyes black as ink, coldly sinister.
"Another Mystery Demon Foetus, never learns..."
Shen Shouxing dropped a drop of black blood on Young Master Xuan’s forehead.
Young Master Xuan slowly opened his eyes, which gradually turned black.
"Return to Mystic Demon Sect, find Xuan Sanren, learn well... his original manuscript on Planting Devil in Taoist Heart..."
Shen Shouxing’s voice was hoarse, a blend of Yin and Yang.
"Return to the sect, find Uncle Master, study deeply... original manuscript on Planting Devil in Taoist Heart..."
Young Master Xuan’s voice was numb, silently reciting it once, then also slowly rises, like a puppet, steps into the sinister fissure possessing "Deceiving Heaven" power.
Then the fissure gradually disappeared.
The layout completed.
The black blood on Shen Shouxing began to boil, then self-ignite, turning into an eerie nameless black fire, centered on him, burning the entire Divine Temple, erasing all cause and effect.
Along with himself, vanishing together.
Upon Shen Shouxing’s death, everything thereafter was consumed by the ominous black fire, erasing completely.
Thus, no one could deduce the cause and effect here.
Nor would anyone know what transpired in this Divine Temple.
Shen Shouxing in "self-immolation," his flesh began to burn dry, his form gradually fading, the cause and effect here flashed by, returning to ashes.
His life’s memories, people he knew, flashed by like a lantern, returning to the Void.
These people varied in shapes and sizes, from afar to near, including his parents, son, members of the Shen Family, Sword Cultivators of Taixu Gate, Tomb Robbers, Mr. Tu...
"Shen Shouxing" watched all of this indifferently, indifferent.
Just then, a young and innocent face flashed by, a name fleeting:
"Mo Hua."
Shen Shouxing’s dark pupils trembled.
Mo Hua?
Mo Hua?!
Mo Hua??!!
This young boy’s name, is... Mo Hua?!!
He actually... called Mo Hua?!
The same name as the one who ingested a strand of his Demon Thought, made his Taoist Demon betray, also concealed by his junior’s Heavenly secret shrouds...
"Shen Shouxing" wanted to trace back.
But all cause and effect was destroyed by him.
It was he himself, using his Gui Tao fire to destroy, even if he wanted to regret, it was useless.
Shen Shouxing remained incredulous.
All went as he desired, calculated very well, but the only thing unexpected was, a lapse caused the largest cause and effect to slip through his fingers.
"My tricky calculation, unexpectedly missed..."