The broadly built Core Formation elder pulled the corners of his mouth into a smile, but his expression was so stiff that it looked rather bizarre.
"You're only a Late-Stage Core Formation cultivator, same as me... As for this opportunity to reach the Nascent Soul Realm, why haven't you taken it for yourself?"
The Core Formation Demon Cultivator was capricious. Because he practiced the Suppression Spell, he would often hear faint, repeating chants from a Witch Priest whenever he entered Meditation.
The voices seemed to travel through time, coming from the distant past, and were impossible to block out.
While this had allowed him to master the bizarrely powerful Suppression Spell, it had also left him mentally fractured and prone to nonsensical muttering.
However, when the Witch Priest's chants subsided, he reverted to the same calm and cruel Core Formation Demon Cultivator he had always been.
