Jiang Dali stood with his bare chest, arms crossed in front of him, his muscular arms coiled like tree roots, his bald head glistening with a cold, hard sheen under the moonlight. His eyes were like bronze bells and his lips were thin as paper as he spoke lightly.
Pang Ban smiled faintly, standing with his hands behind his back, nodding, "You seem quite interested in my abilities. Actually, the Demon Seed is a kind of Primordial Spirit. It comes from Qi Cultivation to God Transformation, an extraordinary Primordial Spirit that surpasses the norm.
Taking a Demon Seed is equivalent to taking someone's Primordial Spirit. When the Primordial Spirit is nurtured to a certain extent and undergoes certain processes, it becomes a Taoist Body that connects man and heaven. Don't you think this process is somewhat similar to the Heavenly Human Realm?"
"The Demon Seed is another special kind of Primordial Spirit?"
