"Mas...ter."
The demon forced out a strained smile.
Tu Shan Jun's lowered eyelids twitched, only to sink even lower.
A heavenly demon?
Come to think of it, Tu Shan Jun himself was one kind of heavenly demon.
Who said extraterrestrial heavenly demons had to be immensely powerful, wildly destructive, and especially conspicuous?
Heavenly demons came in all shapes and sizes, strange and varied beyond count.
Anything originating from beyond the domain could be called a heavenly demon by the living beings of this world.
Tu Shan Jun furrowed his brow.
His gaze locked onto the demon.
In his impression, demons also had to undergo tribulations. Their cultivation likewise came from devouring souls and refining spirits. Put that way, the only difference was that they lacked a vessel to bear them.
"Is this an innate divine ability, or...?"
Tu Shan Jun's confusion deepened.
If he truly was also one kind of extraterrestrial heavenly demon, then did the demon before him possess something similar to the half-finished audiovisual editor on him?
If it did, would it manifest as it did in him, or would it take some other form? And what, exactly, was the most fundamental thing at its root?
If it did not, then why did he possess such a thing?
Or was he truly the second life of some great power?
Tu Shan Jun would rather believe himself an extraterrestrial heavenly demon than think he was the second life of some great power.
The Soul Banner was like a besieged city.
He wanted to break free of the Soul Banner and gain the flesh and blood of a living being.
To live, truly and vividly!
Yet Big Head wanted to use the Soul Banner's properties to stabilize his second-life body.
Was such a situation truly good?
Tu Shan Jun did