His body trembled. Not from cultivation — the cultivation was gone. From something else. From the physical reality of a body that had been sustained by spiritual energy for twelve years, suddenly losing that sustenance. The body — Lin Feng's body, the body he had stolen, the body he had occupied — was rejecting him. Without the Fate Value, without the spiritual energy, without the connection to the Azure Dragon Marrow that had anchored him to this vessel — the body was collapsing.
"You have forced me to use it," Shen Wuji whispered. His voice was barely audible. A rasp. A death rattle. "This whole Azure Sect — will now — crumble — down —"
His hand — the right one, bloodied, the fingers broken — moved. Slowly. Shaking. To his chest.
To the pendant.
