The blood pool churned, the murderous aura shot skyward.
The Dog-headed Taoist was resurrected, opening his scarlet eyes. He stood nine feet tall, his teeth sharp and menacing.
After days of effort, the Dog-headed Taoist was finally completed.
"Greetings to the Dharma Master!"
The Dog-headed Taoist looked at Ziyuan and knelt on one knee.
"Not bad." Ziyuan nodded in satisfaction.
The Dog-headed Taoist could traverse Yin and Yang, use the earth tunneling technique, swallow fire, enter water, and summon wind.
His strength was equivalent to a Taoist who had just started Qi Refinement, and most importantly, he wasn't too costly to create.
The Dog-headed Taoist stood bare-chested, his muscles knotted and his physique abnormally robust.
"Hmm?" Ziyuan's expression suddenly shifted as he quickly grabbed the Dog-headed Taoist's palm.
There, on the palm, was a thin black line.
The black line wriggled slowly, inching its way up the arm.
"Song Lin, do you know what this is?"
