Wang Wei glanced at his right arm and saw a mark: a black ouroboros with a river inside, an unknown creature on a boat holding a scythe. He frowned before asking, "A mark of your lord?"
"Did you really think you could truly protect yourself from the Lord's eyes?" Death Reverence sneered. "However, I must give you credit. You protected your [Existence] quite well, forcing me to take this long to inject enough death power into your body to activate the mark and turn you into the perfect vessel."
Wang Wei was about to say something when he suddenly felt his spirit ascend to a spiritual realm. There was nothing around except endless emptiness. However, soon enough, a pair of dark eyes larger than stars materialized in front of him.
