The corruption pool continued to rise, taking shape.
Mo Xuan's body solidified slowly. His body appeared to be made of living shadow, but as the darkness settled, it revealed pale skin that looked sickly and his eyes were bright green.
His smile made even the Dragon Kings step back.
"Two millennia of preparation," Mo Xuan said, his voice making the chamber's stones crack. "Everything has proceeded exactly as I planned."
He gestured toward Gongfu, who had shifted into a defensive stance. "Even your transformation, child. Did you think the Dragon Emperor's mana would purify you by accident? I orchestrated every detail to ensure you would become exactly what I needed."
"What you needed for what?" Ao Run demanded.
Mo Xuan laughed like breaking glass. "To serve as the perfect vessel. The Dragon Emperor's power requires a compatible host. Jiaolong's corruption made him suitable, but Gongfu's purification makes him ideal."
