Ancestor Xuanming looked at the body on the ground, shock shining in his eyes.
"Hehe, Xuanming... are you satisfied with this body?"
Though King Yama's face could not be seen, there was a trace of amusement in his words.
Gulp!
Ancestor Xuanming swallowed. "King Yama, are you really certain you're giving this body to me?"
"Of course!"
King Yama continued with a smile, "Only such a perfect body can truly be worthy of you. I believe that after obtaining this body, your cultivation will surely break through once more."
"When that time comes."
King Yama paused here. "What Su Tianqing, what Star-Plucking Pavilion... everything that belongs to you will inevitably be taken back by you."
"Hahaha!"
"..."
"Hahaha!"
"..."
Upon hearing this, Ancestor Xuanming seemed to have imagined that very scene.
The corners of his lips curled upward, gradually revealing a sinister smile.
"Yes... you're right... what belongs to me will inevitably be taken back by me."
"..."
After the laughter faded, Ancestor Xuanming looked at that body once more.
"Wait!"
His smile suddenly vanished, and his brow unconsciously furrowed.
"King Yama... his consciousness?"
"..."
Thinking that he might have been mistaken, Ancestor Xuanming observed more carefully.
He discovered that there was actually a faint glimmer in the other man's eyes.
This...
This was something a dead man could never possess.
If so!
Then that meant one thing: the other party still had life left in him?
As though he had long expected Ancestor Xuanming to ask this, King Yama showed no great surprise.
"Your senses are correct. He has not completely died; his consciousness has been preserved."
"Ancestor Xuanming!"
"Can you imagine how powerful you will become after fusing with his consciousness? By then, even I may have to keep my distance."
"..."
King Yama did not beat around