Corpse Recovery Diver

Its color had faded, and its craving for blood was even more urgent.

It seemed that back then, Xu Yijin would offer it daily without interruption, but after Xu Yijin died and a new owner came in, this new owner didn't really care much about it.

Li Zhiyuan carefully inspected it. Unlike the "evil book," this piece of red fragmented porcelain didn't have self-awareness. What it exhibited was an instinct akin to eating when hungry, sleeping when tired.

The youth began to adjust his breathing rate, preparing himself to integrate it into his flesh and blood.

Xu Yijin must have had a secret manual specifically for using this red fragmented porcelain, or her family's Cultivation Technique was highly compatible with it.

However, Li Zhiyuan didn't find these things on Xu Yijin's corpse.

That is understandable—who would carry their practiced Cultivation Technique with them when they go out?

Doing so would be as though they knew they were going to die when they went out and brought it specifically so others could find it after their death.

Thus, Li Zhiyuan could only resort to the most straightforward method to create his own.

He spread his right palm and placed it on the red fragmented porcelain.

The porcelain immediately adhered to his palm, followed by a sharp pain as it burrowed into his flesh.

The pain didn't cause much change in Li Zhiyuan's expression; he merely stared at the wound on his palm. He thought that if it scarred by the time he returned, he would have to explain it well to Alii—it wasn't a mark from self-harm.

Once the piece fully embedded into his palm, a violent emotion began to surge towards him.

Along with this surge came the craziness of the porcelain shard trying to burrow into his torso.

It was unclear whether its goal was his heart or his head.

But because Li Zhiyuan had set up a blockade in advance, it couldn't even break through his wrist.

As for the surge of violent emotion, Li Zhiyuan not only didn't go mad but felt like a dry desert suddenly experiencing a drizzle. Though it couldn't retain moisture, at least for the moment, it was somewhat enjoyable.

Controlling the host was also its instinct.

However, Li Zhiyuan didn't reject this directness, unlike that "evil book," which was sly and devious.

The fragmented porcelain tired itself out and it started preparing to absorb the blood energy within Li Zhiyuan.

Li Zhiyuan's gaze deepened. Now that you've had your way, it's my turn.

The young man began to draw a seal on his palm, and when the final stroke fell, the fragmented porcelain quieted down. Although it was still within the young man's body, it could no longer actively absorb blood energy.

Li Zhiyuan closed his eyes and began attempting to channel some blood energy through the seal and into it.

Suddenly, the fragmented porcelain became active again.

Li Zhiyuan activated Walking Yin.

From his palm, he saw a red halo.

The porcelain was fragmented, and this halo had a mottled look.

Li Zhiyuan used his other hand to grasp the red halo.

In an instant, he was struck by a spinning sensation as if he were falling through a constantly flipping space, with rapidly flashing images.

Then, it ended.

Li Zhiyuan ended the Walking Yin state, supporting his forehead with his left hand. He felt extremely dizzy and nauseous, like a severe motion sickness patient who had just experienced a long car ride.

He knew this was actually very dangerous because after experiencing such a perspective, a normal person's consciousness would immediately lapse into unconsciousness.

The youth not only didn't faint but, after adjusting, he retrieved and reassembled the constantly flipping scenes from his mind.

Soon, the images formed again. To facilitate reading, Li Zhiyuan began to reconfigure, filling in the blind spots in his perspective, distancing himself from the first-person view.

The new scene emerged once more.

In the scene, he was a chipped piece of porcelain, descending, spinning, and entering the water.

No, it wasn't water. From the image of thick liquid splashing after plunging in, it seemed to be blood—a Blood River.

Upon the Blood River was a protruding sacrificial altar, atop which a naked woman knelt, her long hair covering her body, holding a vase aloft over her head.

In the heights surrounding her stood a densely packed crowd, their faces indistinct, but their gazes were palpable, a collective hatred.

And this fragmented porcelain was what peeled off from the vase in the woman's hand at that moment.

It seemed intentional on her part because at the moment this piece of porcelain entered the water, her gaze briefly shifted this way.

In her cold gaze, there was no emotion.

Even though she was already the offering in a certain punishment, it seemed as if she were performing a final "release."

The porcelain shard had no self-awareness, but this was a memory etched within its being.

Li Zhiyuan picked up the teacup on the table and drank several gulps.

Influenced by Li Lan's work nature since childhood, he had a broad understanding of antiquities, but there was really no useful information from the previous images.

The woman was naked, the crowd above barely discernible, and even the vase was just a blur of red, leaving no way to ascertain the era or other related details.

A cursed object, feared and despised, naturally, the creator of such an object would not fare better. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Li Zhiyuan believed the person who crafted the "evil book" was certainly unsavory or, perhaps, the author of the "evil book" was within the book itself.

So the peculiarity of this piece of porcelain, seemingly born from the vase, should actually originate from the woman who was about to suffer punishment unto death.

Li Zhiyuan shook his head. Things lacking clues and proving impossible to verify are not worth dwelling on.

His focus should still be on the practicality of this fragmented porcelain.