"Hmm?"
An unexpectedly faint thought transmitted from the ancient demonic consciousness.
Because within the soul of the cultivator before him was a determination so powerful that it caused a slight... hesitation and discord in the devouring and merging process.
"A mere mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator... with such a strong determination? This is quite interesting..."
The ancient demonic consciousness seemed a bit intrigued, but there was more impatience from being slightly obstructed by an ant.
It took a bit of effort to forcibly suppress, envelop, and merge that stubborn determination into its own stream of consciousness.
Possession, complete!
Inside the stone hall, the rolling demonic qi gradually subsided, returning into the body of the "Harmonious Old Demon." He slowly lifted his head and opened his eyes.
He moved his neck, causing the bones to emit a light crackling sound, as if adapting to this new body.
"Xu Ping... Duan Shuang... Pure Yin Body..."
