"Stop screaming!"
Wang Xian appeared in Wang Jian's Sea of Consciousness, grabbed Wang Jian's still-screaming soul, and gave him a thorough beating.
"Main body, you—"
Wang Jian wanted to lash out at Wang Xian, but when he saw the dangerous look in Wang Xian's eyes that said, Try saying one more word, he immediately swallowed the words that had reached his lips.
Wang Jian felt utterly stifled. He was a dignified Chaos Demon God—when had he ever suffered such humiliation?
Yet although he was a Chaos Demon God, he was now also Wang Xian's clone. Faced with the main body's pressure, what could he do besides endure it again and again?
If he truly angered the main body, the main body could simply reconstruct his circuits. The Chaos Demon God would still be the Chaos Demon God, but he would no longer be himself!
After consoling himself for quite a while, Wang Jian finally told Wang Xian about his discovery.
"Four... They're actually all here!"
Wang Xian was somewhat surprised.
What did he mean by, "he himself was and wasn't the main body"?
"It's the Ghost Clan, not the Ghoul Race!"
An eighth of the Myriad Worlds had been destroyed in that battle, and even the quality of spiritual energy needed for cultivation had dropped several levels. That was also one of the main reasons why there were so few Immortal Venerable Grade powerhouses in the Myriad Worlds now.
"Impossible?" Dream Ancestor sneered. "Ever since you entered this Buddha Lord's tomb, you haven't been the main body!"
This statue was one of the four Immortal Palace disciples. Although Dream Ancestor had already learned the names of the four Ghost Clan players from Nangong Wu, the statue had undergone mutation and could not be identified at all. He had no way