The scene inside the Fox Immortal Daoist Temple was utterly revolting.
The emaciated sword cultivator himself suffered from severe mutation, his chest riddled with large patches of charred blackness, to the point where his five internal organs and six viscera were fully exposed.
His flesh appeared an unnatural dark red, with his body temperature continuing to rise.
Afterward, the emaciated sword cultivator's mutation began to worsen. The mixed sword intent from the Fox Immortal Sword Ghost corroded his body and soul, causing his cultivation to gradually decline.
"Heh heh heh..."
The emaciated sword cultivator seemed indifferent, sitting by the windowsill, waiting.
The Fox Immortal had already retreated into the sword platform; inside the room, only a faint trace of sandalwood lingered, accompanied by faint sounds of squirming flesh in the distance.
A moment later, a ghostly sigh echoed through the air: "My lord, do I look human to you?"
"Yes, yes, of course you do."
