In Qi Hai’s eyes, Lu Yun saw both himself and the thing behind him. He couldn’t quite exactly describe what the thing was; it looked like a pile of bloody, rotten flesh, firmly stuck to his back, but he couldn’t feel it at all.

“It’s alive?” He forced himself to calm down.    

“Yes, it is,” nodded Qi Hai.

“And you know what it is?” Lu Yun asked instinctively. Qi Hai’s sombreness worried him.

“I told you when you were refining the hearts’ blood of ten thousand spirits that the blood brings misfortune, so be cautious,” Qi Hai sighed.

The shamans still possessed the Blood Formation of Ten Thousand Spirits, but the method to refine hearts’ blood had been lost to time. Xingzi’s...