The Poison Demon's Origins

Yi Yun did not doubt the Poison Demon's account. Before it had developed sentience, it had possessed no consciousness, so of course it had not known who the two sides in the battle had been.

Yi Yun looked at the Poison Demon and said, "So, you absorbed some of the power within those bones as well?"

In truth, although the Poison Demon had evolved from the Great Poison Technique, it no longer had much to do with that supreme existence. After all, the poison had been refined by divine fire, then absorbed the essence of Heaven and Earth and the power within that powerhouse's bones over billions of years. It had long since undergone a transformation.

Even the person who had used the Great Poison Technique had probably never expected that the poison he unleashed would develop sentience billions of years later. Such a thing required all sorts of fortuitous coincidences.

The black tiger nodded. After such a long time, even the ashes inside the crock had dissolved. Some of their power had merged into the Poison Demon's body, giving it a trace of baleful yin energy.

"Then you really do live up to the words 'yin poison.'" Yi Yun smiled. With a flip of his hand, he put away the crock. It was definitely not as simple as an Ashes Jar. It might have been a treasure used by that powerhouse during his lifetime.

"Hey, what are you planning to do with me?"

After revealing everything it knew, the black tiger became dispirited. It drooped its head, looking listless. Forget Yi Yun—even Ling Xie'er alone would have been enough to destroy it.

Yi Yun rubbed his chin. In the eyes of orthodox practitioners, the Poison Demon was a thoroughly evil creature, but he did not care about that. He