No one knew the Sacred Soul's true form—the Demon God Lu Li now saw before him.
Thinking rationally, something that looked like this and was bound in chains was unlikely to be anything good.
It was not that Lu Li judged by appearances, but his previous dangerous experiences had taught him that this imprisoned creature was no harmless being.
Just now, it seemed to have used some kind of ability, borrowing the shell of the Black Gourmet Demon to manifest a version of itself and fight him.
Lu Li had won this time. If he had lost, who knew what would have happened? Perhaps the one walking out through those massive doors would not have been him, but Black Lu Li.
Faced with Lu Li's questioning, the Jet-Black Demon God remained silent. Even its gaze did not change in the slightest.
However, Lu Li could now be certain that the Jet-Black Demon God was conscious and could absolutely understand his words.
Its lack of reaction was not because it had not heard or understood him. It simply did not wish to acknowledge him. The Jet-Black Demon God placed itself on far too lofty a pedestal and even disdained to converse with Lu Li.
"I don't care what you are, or why you're residing inside me. But if you can't be used by me, then you're useless."
Lu Li spoke coldly. "I have no interest in uncontrollable power. Stay here obediently from now on."
With that, he turned to leave. Through his earlier observation and mental interference, he had discovered that this door's opening and closing could be controlled by his subconscious.
That was why the Demon God had never attacked him before or tried to imprison him in this cage. The initiative over whether to release its power had always