"What did those words mean?"
This so-called Demon Seed possessed Feng Yucheng each time just to draw a picture and say a sentence—and it only ever said those five words: Anchor Point in Place.
"I don't know."
"Then you're useless to me. Little Wan, give him—"
"I think the Demon Seed is calling for something. Like it arrived first and served as a beacon, guiding others here."
"That's what I thought too. Great minds think alike."
"..."
Chen Yi decided not to scatter Feng Yucheng's soul for now, merely imprisoning him within the Myriad Souls Banner.
This fellow's experiences were rather bizarre. He might prove useful someday.
Chen Yi lowered his head and looked at the black bead on the ground.
"This thing feels distinctly inauspicious, but I have no way to destroy it..."
Just as Chen Yi pondered how to deal with the Demon Seed,
Black Wind spoke up.
"Boss, I feel like I can eat it."
"Eat what?"
"This bead."
"Don't joke around. Even my martial arts couldn't destroy it. Could that grass-eating horse stomach of yours dissolve it?"
"I don't know why either. The moment I see this bead, I really want to eat it... Maybe it's just my imagination."
Chen Yi looked at Black Wind, then at the Demon Seed.
Black Wind was a truly strange species.
He was neither horse, Demon Race, nor Exotic Beast. One could say his origins were unknown.
Chen Yi had tried teaching him the Human Race's Cultivation Methods, but it had not worked.
On the journey back from Qianzhou, he had also captured several demons and asked them to teach Black Wind the Demon Race's Cultivation Methods, but that had failed as well.
Since he now had such a peculiar feeling, why not let him try?
"Eat it, but don't