Chapter 717: Yaksha Ancestor
The Great Mother's abdomen seemed a pit without a bottom, from which surged an odor of decay that had gathered over countless years, like a fountain spewing forth from the earth itself.
Even after the Prison Warden Sigil had cleansed much of it, the stench of death billowed up into the sky, mingling with flecks of blood that transformed into crimson, contorted faces resembling those from a dramatic play—vivid, gruesome, and savage.
Piercing shrieks filled the air, causing shivers down one’s spine.
“What’s happening?” The millions of Immortals murmured, their voices a buzzing chorus.
“Lu Yao must be subduing the corpse demon!”
“The Great Mother is a scourge of the Great Dao Celestial Realm. If he can subdue her, his virtue will be boundless!"
“He’s already earned boundless merit by slaying those who perpetrated the incense offerings!”
Amidst this fervent discussion, the Great Mother, like a fountain, underwent a transformation that could only be described as a rebirth. Her previously pallid skin slowly took on the luster of polished jade. Her dull, waist-length hair turned black, glossy, and supple. Her features—eyes, ears, mouth, and nose—brightened and flushed with color, as if bathed in divine nectar. From her once foul-smelling body now emanated a subtle fragrance.
Crucially, the bloody, centipede-like wound on her abdomen healed, leaving her stomach smooth and firm, the muscles defined with a delicate strength.