Após ser brutalmente assassinado, Qin Feng teve seu corpo abandonado em um cemitério esquecido. Sua tia, uma sacerdotisa taoista, o encontrou e, devastada pela dor, usou um núcleo de energia de um rei
July 15th.
The Greedy Wolf enters the chamber; the yin energy is at its peak.
Late at night.
On the outskirts of Song Mountain City.
Mass grave.
A beautiful, voluptuous young woman in a gray woolen dress stood over a corpse, grief-stricken.
“Feng, tonight is precisely July 15th, the night when the gates of the underworld swing wide open, the day when yin energy is at its strongest all year.”
“Years ago, by chance, your aunt acquired the inner core of a corpse king. With tonight’s surge of yin energy, it will surely allow you to undergo a swift transformation.”
“Then, with fresh blood to nourish you, you’ll awaken your intelligence sooner.”
“By then, you will repay your grievances and avenge your enmities!”
Mu Ruxue pulled out a blood-red bead, the size of a thumb, from her person.
The bead radiated a chilling aura, its surface glowing with a sinister scarlet light.
She pried open Qin Feng’s mouth and pushed the bead inside.
Immediately, the corpse king’s inner core unleashed a strange black radiance within Qin Feng’s mouth.
A wave of energy, incomparably refreshing, swept through his entire body.
His dead cells revived in an instant, every cell bursting into jubilant celebration.
His once pallid face began to wrinkle and swell, eventually bulging with uneven corpse boils.
His fingernails darkened and sharpened, growing rapidly before the naked eye.
At his lips, two sharp fangs emerged, gleaming with a chilling light.
His eyes, once dull and lifeless, shifted