The prison chamber was heavily sealed, layers of formations humming with suppression energy. At the center, a figure knelt in chains—Jian Yun.
His once-proud demeanor was gone. His silver hair was disheveled, his eyes vacant, as if his spirit had been hollowed out. The corruption of Nian Shi's power clung to him like a dark mist, twisting his aura into something unrecognizable.
Yun Lintian stepped forward, his frown deepening. "His spirit is too deeply tainted. Even with my current power, purifying him won't be easy."
Hongyue crossed her arms. "I tried using the Moon God's power to suppress the corruption, but it's stubborn. It's like his very essence has been rewritten."
Yun Lintian reached out, pressing a finger to Jian Yun's forehead. A pulse of divine energy surged into him, probing the depths of his spirit.
The corruption recoiled, then lashed back—a vicious, sentient force.
