The night was like a strip of ink-soaked silk, wrapping around Ye Fan's footsteps as he headed deep into the Mass Grave. The soft crunch of his boot soles crushing dead branches was drowned out by the sound of the roaring waterfall inside his Inner World—ever since awakening Unity of Heaven and Man, he could even use the Power of the Heavenly Dao to adjust the rhythm of his own heartbeat to match the chirping of insects.
The stench of rot grew stronger. The smell was like rotten wood soaked in stagnant water for a hundred years, mixed with a rusty, fishy sweetness. Ye Fan's Adam's apple bobbed, and memories of his past life suddenly surged forward: in a dark alley during a torrential downpour, as he held his dying Dao companion, the murderer had exuded this exact scent.
At the time, he had thought it was a side effect of the Yin-Sha Art, but now he suddenly realized that this was clearly the exclusive "Bone-Eroding Fragrance" of Xuanyin Pavilion—refined from the bone marrow of living people mixed with the rotting moss of a thousand-year cold pond, reserved only for core figures.
Chapter 207