Chapter 36 — The Fiend
劍問蒼天 · Page 6 of 6
In the gloom, it was like the low, cold laughter of some netherworld demon, and like the heartbeat of someone in the dark. Zhang Qingyue's hand upon the staff felt the pulse beat after beat—like the flow of blood through the veins, and like the exultation of demons!
The light upon the dark-red trident dimmed swiftly. Behind, the endless darkness came rushing in.
In the instant the darkness swallowed Zhang Qingyue and the fiend, Zhang Qingyue, half-swooning, saw a sight he would never in his life forget.
That foul face, wrinkled all over yet still fleshy, shriveled away in a moment; flesh and blood turned to withered skin drawn tight over bone.
The next instant, the darkness closed over him.
What was lost was restored. An inexhaustible power poured from the body of the Dark Iron Staff and merged into his own.
Zhang Qingyue came back to his senses, and stood there frozen. The wound at his shoulder still throbbed, but the gushing blood had already been stanched by that unknown power—though to this young man, just now, none of that mattered in the least. In his mind, only one thought churned over and over:
What have I done? What have I done?