The aura of a primordial spirit was so familiar that, the instant it touched Shan, he inexplicably forgot. What kind of logic was that?
His expression changed. After merely an instant of mental trance, he came to his senses and knew who it was.
The being at the end of the fog was approaching. He had a lean body, a kindly face, vigorous spirits, and eyes deep enough to see through all worldly affairs.
"Shan, it's you yourself." The giant demon Gu Sanming also saw the figure approaching from the mist.
Though Shan looked benevolent and kind-eyed, his true identity was a towering figure among evil spirits who had remained prosperous through the ages. Once he saw the truth, he immediately turned incomparably forceful. "You even dare to manifest me? How do you want to die?"
Across the shore, the lean old man looked kindly, his tone peaceful. "Shan, have you asked your own heart? Do you truly reject me? I am your true body. Back then, grievously wounded and on the verge of death, I passed on all my cultivation and manifested you through the light of my mind. Now that you have met your original body, do you wish to turn blades against him?"
"I have complete memories, and you still dare deceive me?!" Black Killing Intent flowed through Shan's brows and the corners of his eyes.
A blood-colored heavenly spear leaped out from within his skull. Four inches long, it bounced above his crown. Amid ringing clangs, its killing intent battered the two Mythical Universes until they shook violently, while the laws of Dao rumbled and roared.
"Don't be in such a hurry to act. Are you sure you still remember everything from the past?" Across from him, that steady old man, full of vitality, spoke unhurriedly.