Long Nianqi lay prostrate on the cold ground, where the haunting green grass once brought forth by Qi Lingzi's "Snow to Spring" technique had long since turned to nothingness, leaving only the cold, thick layer of rock exposed to everyone's sight.
Her heart and lungs had already been pierced by Daoist Changchun's lifebound Spiritual Energy with a sword thrust, and the sharp sword blade was now firmly embedded in the many years of ice-hardened rock, pinning her body to this rock slab like a dead thing, her fresh blood flowing unceasingly. Following the patterns on the Spirit Sword, it was slowly seeping into the rock.
Her ashen face was tightly pressed against this ice-hardened solid rock, and beneath her cheek, intricate and twisted lines were being compressed. These lines, starting from her chest and abdomen, radiated outward in all directions, clearly complex and long-planned.
Such a massive project, such a secret method...
"Heh."
