Wang Xian felt ice-cold all over. A chill shot up his spine and straight to the crown of his head.
At last, he remembered—the whisper the Succubus had left by his ear when she entered his body that day, winding around him like a venomous snake:
"I forsake my flesh and dwell in your soul. When you feed me an immortal soul, that will be the moment I... am reborn."
Every word became a curse in that instant, appearing in his Divine Sea.
The flames still burned. Black and dark red demonic fire intertwined, licked at the void, and turned the demonic aura around them into a blazing inferno.
Wuyue's face flickered in and out within the cocoon of light. At times, her gentle features were clear; at others, they twisted into a completely unfamiliar demonic face, filled with scorn and greed.
It looked like her!
But it wasn't!
It was her!
And yet it wasn't!
Deep in his Divine Sea, soft laughter rang out. At first, it was as fine as a thread, then it gradually swelled into a chorus, as if countless voices were layered atop one another.
Some were coquettish!
Some were hoarse!
Some were bright and clear, like a child's!
And some were dry and brittle, like an old woman's!
Together, they formed a vague sigh: "The time... has come."
In that instant, as the winds and clouds shifted and demonic flames soared into the sky, Wang Xian forcibly suppressed his roiling emotions and bone-deep chill, recovering his composure in a flash.
The will he had tempered through countless battles to the death held his Divine Sea firm as a boulder. The bizarre, chaotic scene before him could not steal his wits.
Soon, he confirmed that Wuyue—
or rather, Wuyue as she reshaped her body—was devouring