This was an Artifact Cultivator. After being transferred into the depths of the Wood Spirit World's consciousness, he showed no change. After a brief moment of confusion, an array of artifacts rose beneath his feet, materializing two silver-glinting horse-chopper blades. Fearless, he actually charged at Wang Ping with a slash.
"You've got some nerve!"
Yulian's words carried praise. As she spoke, her body abruptly swelled, cyan water-element runes surfacing across the scales covering her entire body. Then her tail lashed out, striking the cultivator squarely in the chest.
With a soft smack, the cultivator flew backward. A savage wound split open across his chest, exposing the interwoven meridians within. The Demon Race blood and qi flowing through those meridians instantly dyed the surrounding space red, only to be neutralized at once by the Wood Spirit aura.
After the cultivator had flown back some distance, countless vines appeared out of thin air behind him. They instantly captured him, physically sealed him, and shoved him before Wang Ping.
He felt not the slightest fear or dread. His eyes remained fixed on Wang Ping, filled with violent and murderous intent, but devoid of hatred or resentment.
"On the surface, he is no different from an ordinary cultivator. His meridians and Demon Race blood and qi are both completely intact. It is only the humanity in his consciousness that has vanished—or perhaps been devoured by some stronger instinct. What do you think happened to them?"
After sweeping her Primordial Spirit over the cultivator trapped in the vines, Yulian gave this brief assessment.
Wang Ping did not waste time. Taking this cultivator as his target, he used the Heavenly Eye to deduce the truth. After a long while, his Left Hand formed a fixed hand seal, and the Heavenly Eye on his brow rapidly opened.