The Candle Dragon Venerable brushed past him, sighed softly with her back to him.
"So fast."
She wasn't referring to herself.
But to Gu Jianlin.
Because a pitch-black Ghost Fire ignited within Gu Jianlin's forehead, his pupils suddenly deep and abyss-like, a bizarre flame consuming his flesh, standing in the endless blizzard, like a ghost or a god.
Divine Path, Eighth Rank Eastern Emperor, Spirit and I are one.
In this state, the flesh and Spiritual Body become one, constantly devouring the world's Life Force to transform itself, a half-human half-ghost state immune to all external attacks!
"Just now, when you poured Candle Light's ashes into my body, I wasn't doing nothing. Even if I couldn't stop you, I wouldn't just wait for death." Gu Jianlin turned around, his pitch-black pupils devoid of any emotion, his voice becoming hoarse.
That kiss earlier seemed beautiful, but in reality, it had nothing to do with emotion.
