Chapter 1104: Chapter 594: Challenging the 8th Floor of the Eternal Tower Again!

The Space Spirit’s entire form was composed of flowing Space Law, its features indistinct, but the pair of eyes formed entirely from spatial fissures were clearly visible.

It looked in the direction where Jiang Shu had departed, a crack forming at the corner of its mouth, as if smiling.

The man in a black robe remained seated where he had been, smiling as he spoke:

"If you were in the same faction as him, perhaps you would be conquered by his talent and strength, otherwise he wouldn’t have so many followers and friends."

The Space Spirit shook its head and said, "As you said, it’s about being in the same faction."

"Although there is no deep grudge between us, the fact that he cut off a fragment of my essence means we are destined not to be in the same faction, not even become friends."

"Continue with your matters, I will go devour space to perfect myself."

With that, the surging space instantly quieted down, leaving only the man in black slowly sipping his tea, a faint cold laugh escaping his lips.

Buzz!

A moment later, the space in front of the man in black roiled, and Ming Wuya dragged his broken body through the twisted spatial fissure, his blood trailing ghostly dark traces in the void.

The flesh on his right arm had been entirely corroded by some unknown Dao Rhyme, exposing the stark white bone beneath.

With each step he took, the powerful Curse Pattern carved into his bones flickered, barely keeping his body intact.

"You’ve taken much longer to arrive than I expected."

The man in black looked at the bedraggled figure of Ming Wuya, his expression devoid of emotion, exuding an aura of deathly silence.

Ming Wuya sighed deeply and said, "Please forgive me."

"I was delayed by the pursuit of various powerful factions, and now this appearance is no longer usable. I ask the Holy Envoy for help!"

He repeatedly bowed to the man in black, only to notice the space in front suddenly undulating like water, as the phantom of a Bronze Ancient Hall slowly appeared.

The phantom of a Taotie on the hall’s door opened its giant mouth and swallowed him whole.

Inside the hall, there was no light source, yet it was bright as day.

The man in black stood beside a blood pool, in which floated a dozen or so corpses of various forms, each with a gaping wound on its chest, bubbling with black blood.

"Holy Envoy, that Jiang Shu is more difficult to deal with than imagined."

"When you said this person possessed great destiny, I was skeptical, but after this journey through the Deep Space Sea, I had to believe it."

"What should be our next step?"

Standing beside the man in black, Ming Wuya felt a long-lost sense of security and asked the question.

The man in black did not answer directly, instead, he turned his head to look at Ming Wuya’s left arm.

It was revealed that his silver left eye suddenly split open, exposing the rotating gears within.

The gears interlocked, emitting a nerve-wracking metallic grinding sound.

Ming Wuya grunted as his already fearsome left arm abruptly exploded, releasing a wisp of gray aura, which was pulverized by the gears within the silver eye and vanished.

"This child of destiny is truly cautious."

"He noticed you on your way here and planted this seed on you."

Upon hearing this, Ming Wuya was taken aback, his face changed, but he did not protest, instead bowing his head.

He knew all too well the methods of the man in black; arguing would only exacerbate the situation.

Fortunately, the man in black showed no intention of pressing the matter, merely waved his robe sleeve, causing a black crystal to fly out, hovering above the blood pool.

"This is the sect’s Secret Technique ’Ten Thousand Forms’, which allows you to completely alter your essence. Not even those most familiar with you will recognize you."

The man in black’s fingertip tapped lightly, and the crystal fell into the blood pool, the water immediately boiling and distorting space.

"But the process is a hundred times more painful than Soul Extraction and Soul Refining."

The corpses in the pool simultaneously opened their eyes, hollow sockets flickering with ghost blue flames.

Ming Wuya looked at those flames, as if seeing his own future destiny.

But he had no choice.

Since the day he became a disciple of the Doomsday Sect, he was fated to face such a calamity today.

"I need power."

Ming Wuya stood up, his broken body standing erect.

"Power enough to change everything."

The corners of the man in black’s mouth curled up, the silver gears spinning rapidly.

The liquid in the blood pool suddenly transformed into countless fine threads, enveloping Ming Wuya layer by layer.

As the threads pierced his body, his muscles squirmed like living creatures, and his bones emitted a strained creaking sound.

"Ah!!"

The strands wrapped tightly around Ming Wuya’s flesh, from a distance resembling a large blood-red cocoon, with the blood pool’s liquid like a heavy hammer forging Ming Wuya’s body from the inside out, even causing the Dao Rhymes he mastered to collapse gradually, before coalescing into a new Law Origin.

The pain was indescribable.

The Netherworld Clan were beings of supreme genius among the living, naturally possessing a strong resistance to pain.

Yet even so, Ming Wuya could not hold back a scream at the immense pain, but quickly clenched his teeth, making no sound.

"If you cannot endure the pain, you can choose to give up."

The voice of the man in black traversed the blood-red threads, reaching his ears.

A moment later, Ming Wuya’s weak voice came from within the blood-red cocoon.

"Holy Envoy, things have come to this, I have no path left to take."

"There is something I don’t understand; I ask the Holy Envoy to enlighten me."

Amid the intense pain, Ming Wuya chose to converse with the man in black to alleviate his suffering.