Fully alert, Lu Yun clutched an oversized black donkey hoof. He’d begun refining these items en masse soon after exiting Yuying’s grave, and completed the process the day before departing for Myriad Formation Summit. There were a dozen of them in total, and the one currently in his hand was the most powerful of the lot.

“Do I cram it inside her mouth?” He stared into the zombie’s eyes. Sparkling like rubies, her irises were shining so brightly they could move a man’s soul. He sensed no aggression or lust for slaughter from them, but her gaze seemed somewhat vacant, her eyes empty.

Lu Yun exhaled softly with relief when he saw that her soul had yet to fully take shape. “Actually, will...