The Extinct Demon Hound

Just as Chen Luo thought the two little crocodiles had died, the twitching Little Crocodile came back to life.

The auras on their bodies had also switched places.

Chen Luo's gaze flickered. The Heavenly Secret Cultivator's brain emerged, and a color identical to the Turtle Pattern on the Flower-Backed Turtle's shell lit up within his pupils.

It had really changed?

The Flower-Backed Turtle's alteration differed from Chen Luo's rewriting through the 'Reverse Soul Seizing Technique.' He used the Fate Turtle's power to swap two lives. Compared to the brutal infusion of the Reverse Soul Seizing Technique, it was more like transplanting souls.

"Very good."

Chen Luo concealed his aura and acknowledged the Flower-Backed Turtle's cultivation results. Having received praise, the Flower-Backed Turtle's face filled with excitement. After so many days of effort, he had finally seen results. Though he had yet to reach Chen Luo's realm of casually altering 'fate,' he believed that if he kept practicing, he would accomplish it one day.

Chen Luo closed his eyes and sensed his own condition once more.

The Flower-Backed Turtle's shout had helped him just now. Otherwise, he did not know how much longer it would have taken him to awaken. Taking the initiative to wake and passively waking were not the same. The ball-of-thread people he had seen before, as well as the voices he heard afterward, were all manifestations of Chen Luo's own power.

They were his own emotions.

The longer he sank into them, the greater the cost.

"Joy and sorrow?"

Chen Luo slowed his breathing, cleared his thoughts, and gradually caught hold of those two emotions.

When he broke through to Void Refinement Realm, similar emotions had indeed risen within him. Seven thousand years—such a lifespan was enough to shock the entire Immortal Cultivation World. Aside from the