Information flowed into his mind just like when he was in the mausoleum. The room he was in glowed a nauseating dark-red light. But the runes soon turned black, the same color of the Hellish qi.
The Hellish qi resembled that of an obsidian dark creating an illusion that it was darker than the abyss. Having seen the runes and information flow in his head, Wang Ling began to have a headache, but he received the information nonetheless.
And just like before, the words were so vivid that it was as if it was records of the past.
"Even in death, he will forever remain, the flesh and blood of a True Devil are too strong and will forevermore exist. The blood in this room is mine and his, the records of the past will exist in our blood as a reminder to the people of the future.
