Ascension of The Unholy Immortal - Chapter 427: Soul-Gathering Crystal

... the instinct of fear.

His thoughts flickered—too fast, too sharp, fragments of possibility racing through his mind like shattered glass. Had she discovered it? Had she seen through the cracks in his qi? Was this… a probe?

Because no—he was not an ordinary corpse.

Not like the others, whose flesh rotted into dull husks, whose minds fragmented into instinctual malice and broken hunger. No.

He remembered.

He remembered his name. His path. The scent of rain b ...