The rushing sound of water continually pounded against Wang Jixuan's eardrums.
Every inch of a Space Fortress was precious, so the changing mirror could only be fitted into the cramped bathing room.
At that moment, Wang Jixuan looked at himself in the mirror. This face had gradually changed from Mu Liang's original appearance into Wang Jixuan's own. Though the change had happened subtly, there were still noticeable differences.
He closed his eyes, then opened them again and looked once more.
The person in the mirror was wrapped in a thin layer of Black Energy, and his Dao heart began to stir restlessly again.
Daoist Wang let out a quiet sigh.
The side effects of frequently using demonic arts had finally appeared.
Sure enough, there was no free lunch in the world, nor was there any "excess" power that came without a price.
Switching directly to demonic cultivation was certainly an option, and it would let him resolve the Blade Beast disaster more quickly.
But what about the future?
Immortal cultivation was a pursuit of one's upper limit.
But hadn't the heavenly tribulation already failed once? Could he truly win if he faced another heavenly tribulation?
Wouldn't it be better to let go of himself, Enter Demonic State, save this world, then wander freely through the mortal world for a thousand years and live carefree as an old ancestor?
Was cultivation truly only for Ascension to Immortality? Was it not also for entering the Upper Realm, seeing a greater world, and experiencing different lives...
Was entering the demonic path not another kind of life as well?
Was the Upper Realm really that wonderful?
If he fell to demonic cultivation now, what had all his previous persistence been? A joke?
Falling to demonhood brought freedom.
Immortal cultivation sought constancy.
If he devoured