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Seven days later.

Death Realm.

On the gray-white bone wasteland, a flock of crows fluttered past towering bone trees.

On the grayish-white bone wasteland, a flock of crows flew past towering bone trees.

Fang Heng sat cross-legged before the altar. His wrinkled eyelids suddenly opened, and a dark gleam appeared in his murky pupils.

"Hu..."

As he exhaled a breath of stale air, Fang Heng's withered skin began to crack as if shedding, inch by inch.

From the cracks, a jade-like glow emerged, and his silvery white hair rapidly turned black before the naked eye.

When the last piece of dead skin fell to the ground, Fang Heng had returned to the appearance of a twenty-year-old youth, and his eyes had regained their liveliness.

"It's done."

Fang Heng spread his palm and gazed at the soul flame of the Underworld dancing in his palm.