"Do you know the origins of the person who tried to seize your body?" Chen Mobai waved at Kuzhu, signaling for him to rise, then asked.
Across the entire Sky River Realm, experts in the Spirit Transformation Realm basically all had names and surnames. Not counting those slumbering true spirits within the Five Continents and Four Seas, there should not have been such an unknown Demonic Cultivator.
"That person claimed to be a cultivator of Hidden Abyss Island. More than two hundred years ago, during the war between our three great sects of the Eastern Yi, he suddenly appeared..."
Kuzhu immediately told him everything he knew and could say.
"Hidden Abyss Island, is it? I did not expect the remnants of that line of Ten Directions Hall to have fallen completely into the Demon Path."
After Chen Mobai finished listening, he could not help nodding lightly.
"Senior, the Sky Abyss Dao Fruit I refined belonged to that Demonic Cultivator. To prevent me from losing control again in the future, please cripple my cultivation."
At this moment, Kuzhu made his request with a solemn expression.
Hearing this, Chen Mobai could not help showing surprise. "You went through untold hardships to cultivate to this realm. Can you truly bear to give it up?"
"Cultivation is naturally important, but the people beside me are more important. I do not wish to become a tool for killing and bring harm to all living beings."
Although Kuzhu was unclear about Zhao Nansheng's true origins, there was no doubt he was a Demonic Cultivator. He knew very well the destructive power of a Spirit Transformation Cultivator. If he lost himself, he might even attack his wife and children. Having finally broken free this time, he did not wish to leave behind hidden dangers.
"Good, good, good.