The moment Shen Lang's soul entered Jiang Xie's brain domain, he was immediately enveloped by boundless pain and guilt.
It was an emotion, yet also like a wine bottle. All the wine inside had been poured out, but the rich scent of wine still lingered, enough to make one feel drunk with a single breath.
Incomparably complicated emotions! Longing, guilt, tenderness, regret... and more. They were so complex that Shen Lang could not distinguish them.
Jiang Xie had betrayed his teacher, betrayed his lover, and even slaughtered tens of millions, all to conduct soul experiments, all to gain soul comprehension.
In the ancient era, he had nearly committed every evil deed imaginable by himself. He had lost his reputation, caused his family to lose the throne, lost love, lost friendship, lost everything.
Yet all of it had been for a single goal: saving the world.
One person's soul could not become powerful to that extent, so he chose to split himself apart, severing himself from his emotions and fleshly body. He used Hell Crystal to contain his soul and shaped a new body with energy.
He was not a walking corpse, nor was he a robot. There was simply no way to describe what he was.
People had said countless times that Jiang Li was far stronger than Shen Lang, because he had no weaknesses, while Shen Lang was riddled with weaknesses from head to toe.
And the pain and guilt within this body should have been Jiang Xie's greatest weakness. They were like a mountain weighing down his soul so heavily that it could not breathe, which was why he had chosen to split himself apart.
So, use the emotions and guilt of Jiang Xie's body to defeat Jiang Li?! No, that was too cheap, too low-level.
Of course,