"Mother, please stand up. This senior has already passed away. What remains now is indeed his physical body, but that's only because he set up a formation before his death. So when someone arrives here, he will automatically speak and make movements."
"But in truth, he is already dead," Chu Feng said.
"So that's how it is." After hearing Chu Feng's words, Song Xi's mother rose to her feet and looked toward Song Xi.
Song Xi had already approached the formation — just one step away from entering it.
He was preparing to accept the inheritance.
"Xi'er, Mother knows you crave power, but being alive holds far greater meaning. That gentleman already told you this inheritance is dangerous. If you can't endure it once you go in, pull yourself out immediately. Do you understand?" Song Xi's mother said.
"Don't worry, Mother," Song Xi replied with a smile. After saying that, he turned to Chu Feng and spoke: "Chu Feng, even though you're younger than me, you've always looked after me like an older brother."
"You not only saved me, but you also saved my mother. I can never repay the debt I owe you."
"So I have one request — if I can't withstand this inheritance, I hope you will take my place and accept it." With those words, Song Xi stepped into the formation.
Hummmm—
The next instant, the man seated at the center of the formation shot to his feet. Then his entire body scattered outward like beams of light.
He merged into the formation.
Once his physical form dissolved into light and fused with the formation, the great array truly came to life.
"Gaaah—"
As the formation activated, heart-rending screams tore from Song Xi's mouth.
He first dropped to one knee, then collapsed flat on the ground, writhing in agony.
But this was hardly surprising — Chu Feng could clearly see that the power the figure had transformed into was being forced into Song Xi's body in a gradual, steady cycle. And this infusion was entirely coercive.
"Xi'er, if you can't hold on, get out quickly! Don't sacrifice your life for this!" Song Xi's mother cried out, her voice tight with anxiety.
Chu Feng kept his eyes locked on the changes within the formation and Song Xi's reactions. He didn't want Song Xi to lose his life in vain either, so he had already decided that if Song Xi truly couldn't endure it, he would rush in and pull him out.
However, Song Xi seemed to have steeled his resolve this time. He held on far longer than Chu Feng had expected.
If anything, it looked like even though the pain was almost unbearable, Song Xi might actually be able to endure it.
Yet as time passed, the formation began to change.
At first it had been white, then gold — both of which had seemed normal enough.
But now, a thick green mist filled the interior of the formation, constantly shifting and morphing — at times taking the shape of ghastly faces, at times forming gaping holes — as if ten thousand tormented spirits lurked within, an utterly terrifying sight.
"Eggy, did you notice? Something's off about this formation," Chu Feng said.
"Something is definitely off. It seems this so-called master didn't cultivate a normal martial path," the Queen replied.
"No wonder he could forcibly infuse his inheritance into others, and no wonder Song Xi's father went berserk."
"It looks like that master must have practiced some kind of demonic art," Chu Feng said.
"Thinking back now, his ability to transfer life through an object doesn't seem so strange anymore."
"Chu Feng, are you going to stop Song Xi? This kind of inheritance really is dangerous," the Queen said.