"I am an Immortal Lord who once ruled over countless immortal realms. I fell on the battlefield of the war between the Gods and Devils. The Emperor brought a wisp of my consciousness back from the Devil Race's battlefield, hoping to use the power of a supreme immortal vein to revive me, then absorb my origin immortal power and seize the immortal core to command the immortals. You should have seen the result." As the woman spoke, her unhurried tone gave her an air of extraordinary grace.
"I am curious—how did that wisp of consciousness survive?" I asked.
"I was swallowed by the Devil Race. This was the last remnant of my consciousness," the woman explained.
"How do you know you're the Immortal Lord? Maybe he told you that. Or perhaps you are the Devil Race yourself. This heart isn't yours, after all." I pointed at the True Immortal Core. The heart wrapped inside it throbbed like it was pumping blood, but it certainly wasn't a human heart.
The Devil Race and human immortals cultivated in entirely different ways. This heart should have belonged to the Devil Race. It was hideous yet powerfully built, though it now showed signs of immortal transformation.
It looked like a pure-white heart of the Devil Race.
"It indeed isn't mine. It belongs to the Devil Lord. After it swallowed me, a wisp of my consciousness remained inside it. Thus, you may also call me half-immortal and half-devil." The woman spoke very quietly, as if she had realized something as well.
"Interesting. Both devil and immortal? Then you must also possess a wisp of the Devil Lord's consciousness, don't you?" My eyes lit up. This was something I had never heard of before.
"Your guess is correct. I do possess the Devil Lord's consciousness. It