Zhi Mei closed her eyes, letting herself be invaded by the overwhelming presence of her "Executor". She felt her own Qi binding to his, a dependence on the validation he had patiently anchored in her heart.
"I... I will always be by your side, my Lord," she swore while placing her hand on the young man's muscular chest, feeling the titanic beats of his Omega Heart.
However, in the distance, the whistling of the wind on the Sealing Pagoda seemed to carry a lugubrious laugh. The true battle of the Immortal Grave was only just beginning, and the smell of divine blood mixed with the perfume of purifying lotus only agitated the Ashura.
...
The tumult of combat resonated against the bony walls of the petrified structures, creating a sinister echo that seemed to amplify the moans of the Yin entities. The air, saturated with a fetid humidity and a Death Qi of suffocating density, swirled violently under the impact of divine-rank techniques.
