Tang Fei dreamed of drilling through the earth.
Drilling endlessly in the dark, sticky underground, as if there were no end.
The stench in his nostrils was overwhelming, opening his mouth revealed a slab of rotting flesh crawling with maggots...
Maggot slime trickled down his jaw glands, flowing into his abdomen, the nauseating earthen scent bursting into a shivering pleasure deep within.
Crunch!
Crunch!
Crunch...
It was a chilling chewing sound.
Tang Fei's current condition was bizarre; he was both Tang Fei and the Shadow Serpent.
Both the experiencer and the observer.
His soul soared high above, while his body transformed into the Shadow Serpent, living its journey over millennia...
He could see his body extending countless tiny tendrils on its own, drilling into the crevices of corpses, greedily sucking every drop of residual fluid.
Suddenly, rhythmic tapping sounded from further away, like an ancient heartbeat from the depths of the earth.
