The dark chamber was not dim; on the contrary, it was flooded with deep purple fluorescence. The source of this light lay where the statue had once stood: a massive, oval-shaped egg sac that pulsed rhythmically, much like a beating heart.
This purple-red egg was cradled by countless grey arms—old and young, male and female. These were the hands of the sacrificed, their spirits consumed and assimilated into the very fabric of the egg.
Lu Jin’s body had plunged into the egg sac the moment he arrived. Hundreds of arms embraced him "tenderly," then slowly began to absorb him. Terrifying demonic qi billowed upward, forming a curtain of deep purple that shrouded the egg in its entirety.
Chapter 192