Father

"Jia Xin, what exactly is going on with your left arm?"

Under the watchful eyes of more than a thousand ghosts in Chongqing urban area, Zhang Chen and Jia Xin left the borders of the replicated city. As they moved swiftly through the woodland beside the highway, any hostile ghosts they encountered were directly cut down by Jia Xin.

Zhang Chen had long been unable to suppress his curiosity about Jia Xin's pale left arm, which carried Junior Brother Xiao Bai's aura. Especially after seeing Jia Xin wield Xiao Bai's former soulbound weapon in battle, he finally voiced his question.

"Back when Third Martial Uncle discovered Xiao Bai, he already knew its true nature. Buddhist relics were originally collections of the virtue and compassion accumulated by eminent monks during their lifetimes, meant to benefit the world and restore a patch of purity to the land.

"Junior Brother Xiao Bai was a special soul body formed when the souls of dead snakes gathered around a relic. Neither demon nor ghost, even I was greatly puzzled by its nature at first.

"However, as Xiao Bai grew, we gradually discovered that the weapon formed within its body was not a soulbound weapon, but Xiao Bai's soul core. From the very beginning, Junior Brother Xiao Bai's body had evolved from that weapon. As it grew, its body gradually reverted to its origin, until its body ultimately fused with its soul core."

Jia Xin moved his left arm, and the white snake mark on the back of his hand began to crawl like a living thing.

Xiao Bai's former weapon was constructed from ice crystals condensed from the air. The instant Jia Xin gripped the hilt, the white snake mark on his arm immediately became corporeal. The white snake with azure eyes slithered around Jia