He was selling gashapon toys in Marvel Studios, and at the beginning, Tony turned into Kuuga.

When Wang Ai returned to the Wang family manor, it was still dark.

He went into the underground chamber, locked it with three locks, and placed the small glass bottle on the altar.

It was a tiny pinch of black powder, which Wang Bing's men had secretly scraped off from the ventilation gaps at the bottom of the armored vehicle, totaling no more than half a teaspoon.

"They have utterly disgraced their ancestors for eighteen generations."

Wang Ai sat down in the darkness, leaning on her cane and looking at the small bottle.

Throughout the ambush, he mobilized four spirit masters who had been trained for twenty years.

In addition, there were twenty-six evil spirits that had accumulated over a century, and thirty-odd well-trained private soldiers.

In the end, the entire army was wiped out.

That red-armored monster shattered the spirit fusion technique with a single punch, as easily as stepping on an ant.

Wang Ai was not someone who had never seen the world.

He had seen Wudang use sword energy to split mountains, and he had seen the ghost-suppressing formation of Longhu Mountain.

But he had never seen anyone shatter the combined spirit of twenty-six hundred-year-old evil spirits with a single punch, leaving them no time to recover.

That power has nothing to do with Qi.

He wanted that power.

Wang Ai took a thin copper tube from the drawer, inserted it into the glass bottle, and gently blew on the pinch of black powder.

He wanted to use his spiritual manipulation techniques to probe the details of this thing...

This is a skill passed down through six generations of his family; even people from Wudang have to treat him with respect.

The moment the copper tube came into contact with the powder, the thing came to life.

Instead of slowly wriggling, it explodes directly.

Tiny black particles shot upwards, hitting the inner wall of the glass bottle with a crackling sound.

Before Wang Ai could stop, the black substance had already pierced through the bottle opening and climbed up his fingers along the copper tube.

"What...?"

He had just opened his mouth when pain cut him off from the rest of his sentence.

It wasn't an insect bite, it was a puncture.

The black substance seeped into the skin through the gaps between the fingers and moved extremely quickly.

In the blink of an eye, it passed the wrist and spread upwards along the meridians.

Wang Ai frantically urged the Spirit Binding and Commanding Generals to force the foreign object out of her meridians, but to no avail.

That thing doesn't follow the meridians at all; it travels through the blood, through the bone marrow, and through the very body he's cultivated over seventy years.

Using spirit summoning and commanding generals has no effect on it; it's no different from using a fishing net to scoop water.

In a corner of the secret room, the six evil spirits enshrined there suddenly became agitated.

They could sense the ethereal energy emanating from Wang Ai, and instinctively trembled, shrinking towards the edge of the altar.

The oldest one is a century-old owl spirit that has been kept since the late Qing Dynasty, carrying the resentment of two generations of the Wang family.

As soon as the owl spirit moved, a wisp of black substance seeped out from Wang Ai's body and silently pounced on it.

The owl spirit didn't even have time to cry out before it was swallowed up.

The remaining five evil spirits let out urgent hisses and scattered in all directions.

The black matter didn't chase after them; it quietly devoured them, trapping each one in a corner and wiping them out one by one.

The entire process takes no more than half a minute.

Wang Ai slumped to the ground, her back pressed against the cold stone wall.

He thought he was going to die.

But the pain disappeared much faster than expected, replaced by heat...

The heat radiating from the center of his abdomen poured into all the withered meridians of his body, creating a furnace of fire.

My field of vision suddenly expanded.

The range he could sense suddenly expanded to a point that defied description.

A vast picture unfolded in his mind.

Countless planets, countless races, kneel before one thing.

That perspective, overlooking everything, was thousands of times higher than when he stood in the ancestral hall during the most prosperous period of the Wang family.

A voice squeezed out of that scene and entered his brain.

There was no translation, no language, but he understood it perfectly.

"Surrender, clear the way."

Wang Ai has spent half her life kneeling before the ancestral tablets of the Wang family.

But at this moment, his back bent down, his forehead pressed against the cool stone, and his heartbeat followed the rhythm of that voice.

Something within his 73-year-old body had reopened.

He looked down at his hands...

On the skin's surface, tiny, dark gray bony plates grow outwards from the joints, dense and even, pressing the loose, wrinkled flesh together from within.

Click!

The cane broke in two in his hand.

Wang Ai hadn't felt this way in a long time.

In his youth, he shattered a bluestone slab with a single palm strike, and the elders of the clan applauded and cheered.

As I grew older, that little bit of vital energy gradually dissipated, and a cane became my daily necessity.

Now, he holds two pieces of wood in his hand, his back straighter than when he was young.

Crunch!

Push open the door to the secret room and wake the king from his sleep.

"Gather the core members." Wang Ai's voice carried a low-frequency vibration, as if a new resonance had appeared within her bones. "Tonight, not a single one is allowed to be absent."

Wang Bing opened his eyes and was stunned for a full five seconds when he saw his grandfather's appearance.

The dark gray bone armor extended from the back of Wang Ai's hand to the side of his neck, with a matte texture under the light, exuding an extremely oppressive aura.

"Sir, what's wrong...?"

"New power." Wang Ai offered no explanation, glancing back at Wang Bing. "You want some too."

Wang Bing took half a step back.

Wang Ai raised her right hand, and black substance seeped from her fingertips, drifting like silk threads toward Wang Bing's chest.

"Master!"

"Don't struggle, struggling will only hurt more."

Wang Bing let out a suppressed groan, and then only a faint cry of pain remained in the darkness, fading away little by little.