Deep inside the Yan family estate, beneath layers of sealed formations and hidden passages, an old man suddenly coughed out a mouthful of dark blood as his body trembled slightly. His eyes snapped open the next moment, sharp and cold, as he forcefully stabilized the chaotic qi within him and suppressed the backlash.
"No how did that worm die?" he muttered under his breath, his voice low yet filled with disbelief and irritation as his thoughts raced. "Such a waste… and all the other seeds have perished as well."
He slowly checked his condition, his senses turning inward as he felt the power circulating within his body, unstable yet close to a breakthrough. He was only a single step away from the Divine Transformation realm, yet now that final step felt uncertain.
