After I finished planting a Soul Shackling Rod into the heaven stage cultivator's head, several intricate tattoos appeared all over his body. These tattoos spread rapidly, weaving across his skin, applying the sealing effects of the rod and rendering him unable to move or use his cultivation. Now, all he has is his almost infinite life, watching in horror as the world passes by ever so slowly, never ending. His eyes, once filled with pride and arrogance, now reflected pure dread and despair.
The same fate befell the others who accompanied him, with the sole exception of Dao Shen.
"Are you planning on killing them?" Tao Yang asked, her voice filled with curiosity, yet tinged with an undertone of dark excitement.
"No, that would be too easy of a way out for them," I replied, my voice cold and unwavering. "Automaton."
with a sad heart, I must announce that my uncle is no longer with us. May he find rest in the comfort of the creator.
stay safe everyone.