Myriad Incarnations

Whoosh! Whoosh!

A gentle breeze blew across Cold Scattered City, and a huge sun poked its head out!

In the early morning, residents of all sizes would walk through the city to their respective work places. All the shops would also open for business to attract customers.

But on this day, the city was unusually peaceful.

The bustling morning market was empty, and the bustling streets were silent. Even in the sky, there were no birds chirping. It was like a dead city.

That was the truth!

At this moment, the empty streets were already covered with corpses. Countless blood flowed through the cracks of the bricks and tiles on the streets, then entered the moat and evaporated again. Then, it turned into a blood mist that enveloped the entire city.

In the center of the city, Qigu stood on a tall pile of bones, or rather, on an altar of flesh and bones. Countless souls were wrapped around him, silently transforming his body.