What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

This is the hallucinogenic resentment of the Mirage Dragon!

It's trying to destroy my sanity, to make me forever sink into this sea of ​​resentful illusions.

If it were an ordinary cultivator at the Core Formation Realm, they would likely lose their composure instantly in the face of such a sudden and massive surge of resentment.

In more serious cases, it can even lead to a state of mental breakdown and complete madness.

But I didn't panic; my heart didn't even flutter.

"You've been dead for so many years, so stop haunting this place."

I coldly uttered a sentence in the illusion.

A cool sensation suddenly burst forth from between his brows.

It transformed into a clear stream, firmly protecting my mental clarity and keeping out all the resentment that tried to erode my reason.

At the same time, I activated the evil core within my body without hesitation.

The evil pill that had fused with the remnants of the dragon soul's essence erupted with a true dragon's might at this moment!

Dark jade-colored malevolent energy surged out from my arm and poured directly into the mirage dragon tendon in my hand.

"roar--!"

A louder, more majestic dragon roar resounded in my mind.

This is the oppressive power of a true dragon!

Under the suppression of this pure dragon's might, the vast, dark ocean in front of them trembled violently.

The mirage dragon phantom hidden deep within the waves flashed a hint of instinctive fear in its eyes.

Then, its massive body began to crumble piece by piece.

A soft "snap" sound.

The illusion collapsed before my eyes like shattered glass.

The gray-white walls of the quiet room reappeared in my view, and the light from the incandescent bulbs remained cold and hard.

I remained seated cross-legged on the futon, my right hand gripping the dark blue mirage tendon.

At this moment, the cold, resentful aura emanating from this thread had been completely suppressed by my powerful baleful aura and dragon might, becoming utterly docile.

I exhaled a breath of slightly fishy air, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on my forehead.

Although breaking the illusion takes only a moment, the mental battle involved is extremely dangerous.

"Such domineering resentment, no wonder it's locked in a corner of a Class A warehouse, gathering dust."

I looked at the silk thread in my hand, a hint of satisfaction flashing in my eyes.

Now that the resentment has been suppressed, the next step is to explore its specific uses.

I looked down at the mirage tendon I was holding in my hand, and at the same time, I recalled what Old Qi, the keeper of the Class A warehouse, had said about this item.

He said that the mirage dragon tendons were impervious to water and fire, and incredibly tough. Even a full-force attack from a Dan realm expert might not be able to sever them.

Regarding this statement, I have always maintained the attitude that practice yields true knowledge.

I placed the spool of thread on the futon in front of me and drew the willow-leaf knife that I was most comfortable using from the scabbard in my sleeve.

This knife was reforged by Old Man Huo using my malevolent energy, making it a semi-fierce weapon, far sharper than ordinary cold weapons.

I took a deep breath, and the evil core within my body spun slightly. A surge of evil energy with a jade-like luster flowed into my right hand through my meridians.

I didn't activate the forbidden technique "Cloak of Fiends," but this strike was delivered with my full strength under normal circumstances.

"clang!"

A crisp yet piercing sound of metal striking metal echoed in the quiet room.

The blade of the scalpel slashed fiercely at the taut, dark blue silk thread that I had torn out.

The enormous recoil force traveled along the hilt of the knife, making my hand slightly numb.

I put away the scalpel and looked down to examine it carefully.

Not a single white mark was left on that thin mirage tendon; it remained perfectly intact, taut there.

Upon seeing this result, a hint of surprise flashed in my eyes, followed by a look of great satisfaction.

Old Qi was indeed not exaggerating.

The toughness of this mirage dragon tendon truly exceeded my expectations.

Moreover, the mirage dragon tendon itself is in the form of silk threads.

If combined with my qi manipulation techniques, it can be secretly set up as a strangulation net that is difficult to detect with the naked eye, or used directly to entangle the enemy's neck and joints.

With its terrifying physical strength, once it's strangled, even if the opponent is a master of external martial arts, their flesh would probably be cut open and their bones broken instantly.

In terms of pure physical destructive power alone, it is already quite remarkable.

As for the thing that Elder Qi mentioned, it naturally possesses the effect of "locking the soul and fixing the spirit," as well as the miraculous effect of setting up formations.

Because I am currently in a quiet underground room, there are no wandering ghosts or spirits around, so there are no experimental subjects at all.

As for the art of formations, I'm only half-understanding six out of seven—not a single one.

Therefore, we can only leave these functions aside for now and explore them gradually when we have the opportunity later.

The most important thing now is to integrate it with my existing combat system.

I sheathed the willow-leaf knife, reached into my robe, and pulled out the black bone needle that I kept close to my body.

My current thought is very simple: thread the needle.

If only the incredibly tough and hallucinogenic mirage tendon could be threaded into this destructive bone needle.

When I use the "Qi Control" technique to manipulate bone needles for assassination, this combination artifact will definitely have a terrifying effect that is greater than the sum of its parts.

I sat cross-legged on the futon, holding the spool that was neither gold nor wood in my left hand, and pulled out a little bit of the thread from the mirage dragon tendon.

Holding the black bone needle in his right hand, he steadied his breathing and slowly threaded the dark blue thread toward the eye of the needle.

The moment the thread tip touched the eye of the bone needle.

A sudden change has occurred!

The black bone needle that had been lying quietly in my right hand suddenly began to tremble violently.

Immediately afterwards, a dark red blood and qi so dense it was almost tangible erupted from inside the bone needle like a long-suppressed volcano!

This surge of energy, imbued with an incomparably violent aura, instantly filled the entire quiet room.

At the same time, the Mirage Dragon Tendon, which I had suppressed with my Dragon Might, seemed to sense the provocation and threat of this massive blood energy.

The silk thread coiled on the spool suddenly taut.

Then, a chilling, gloomy, and resentful hallucinogenic aura was once again stirred up.

The dark blue resentment, like a materialized wave, crashed fiercely against the dark red blood energy.

"Buzz—!"

A muffled popping sound echoed in the quiet room.

Two forces, one red and one green, began to violently clash and tear at each other, centered on the point where the bone needle and thread met.

I felt a jolt in my hands, and a tremendous repulsive force came through, almost making me lose my grip on the two magical artifacts.

This sudden turn of events startled me slightly.

I never imagined that these two inanimate objects would produce such a strong repulsive reaction.

The bone needles contain the violent energy and blood of that mysterious withered wood, representing the ultimate masculinity and destruction.

The mirage tendon contains the resentment and malice of the deep-sea mirage dragon, representing extreme coldness and hallucination.

When these two completely opposite forces collide, it's like a spark falling into a powder keg; neither is willing to back down an inch, and they're determined to fight to the death.

I frowned slightly, and my eyes instantly turned sharp.