Ryu shook his head. "It's not going to be that easy."
He reached out with a free hand and grasped at the air. A strong constraining force formed in the region as the Cosmos Fog flared out, solidifying into Divine Chains.
At that moment, invisible sparks of Spiritual Quintessence were forcefully condensed and the countless pieces of Old Wan's soul were pulled together until they were trapped into a small, vaguely humanoid form.
As early as the pre-Sky God Realms, a soul should have already gained its final form. But the fact that Old Wan's was only vaguely humanoid and not entirely so painted a different sort of picture.
The man had several heads coming out of his soul, grotesque, cancerous growths pulsing like flesh inflamed flesh across it. One's soul was meant to be the truest reflection of one's self, and it was often the purest part of the body.
But for a wielder of Corpse Poison, it would be the reflection of all their wrongs.
