Bang!
Like a pool of mud, tightly sticking to the ground, so heavy it felt like it wasn't his own body.
The idea of Creation Skill was for absolute control of the body, why had it come to this?
He could clearly "hear" the viscous, mercury-like, gold-glowing blood still rushing within.
Yet it was completely disconnected from his muscles, bones, and skin!
The uncontrolled power was crashing wildly within his limbs and bones, bringing tearing pain and deep impotence.
Surrounding blood-red lotus buds remained crystal clear, Purple Qi filled the air.
Such magnificent phenomena had now become a luxurious cage that imprisoned him...
Transcendental wisdom ran wildly, Meng Chuan temporarily lay on the ground resting, pondering what went wrong amid this.
A moment later, Meng Chuan showed a bitter smile on his face, absurdly pitiful beneath the filth.
Stepped too far...
