Another fracture split across the bone blade, and a fragment broke away.

Like an unnecessary branch being pruned from a tree, the excess was stripped away to refine the core, making the clear blade seem even more ethereal and elusive. It was growing. No, perhaps it was more accurate to say that it was being nurtured or forged.

Within an invisible furnace woven from Supreme Benevolence, a Foolish Abomination, life, death, hope, and despair, the power of Pacifier flowed through the craftsman’s hands, reshaping the Light of Compassion once more.

The sound of a bubble bursting was heard again. Amid the broken cries of anguish, a mutilated corpse was dragged from the mass of flesh by Ji Jue as he shouted. 

Even now, the crippled figure still clutched a blood-soaked piece of cloth. Its fingers held on with desperate strength, refusing to let go. Its dim eyes slowly opened, looking as though it were weeping, and its lips parted soundlessly for a brief moment, as though it was pleading.

“I know,” Ji Jue said. “Leave it to me.”

The corpse shattered into fragments and crumbled into ash. Faint strands of spirit matter dispersed, but a single thread flowed into the blade in Ji Jue’s hand. The fleeting blade grew by yet another barely perceptible amount.

Patient Number Two was cured. Then the third, fourth, and fifth patients were cured too.

Ji Jue gasped for breath, barely able to remain standing. Half of his body had already been swallowed by the writhing mass of flesh, yet his movements only grew faster, his technique becoming increasingly fluid and practiced.

Tong Hua was...