Within Qin Shaofeng's sea of consciousness, the faint glow transformed from that old man entered and took human form once more.
Only this time, the figure it assumed was no longer that of the old man, but of an elderly man steeped in sinister energy.
"Heh heh heh, what a fine body. Despite such a lowly realm, it possesses such a perfect sea of soul consciousness. It seems this old man has truly struck it rich this time!"
The sinister old man's eyes gleamed wickedly, his face brimming with delighted surprise.
But at that moment, a pleasant voice rang out within the sea of soul consciousness.
"Oh, is that so?"
"Who? Who is it?" The sinister old man was abruptly startled.
"Heh, you've entered my territory, yet you still ask who I am. Isn't that rather laughable?"
With a flash of white light, a figure appeared before the sinister old man. It was none other than Qin Shaofeng's soul body, condensed from his own Soul Power.
"It's you? How could you possibly appear here?" the sinister old man asked in astonishment.
In his eyes, Qin Shaofeng was merely a Xiantian Martial Master—not even a cultivator. Even if he had been born with a somewhat powerful soul and possessed a sea of soul consciousness, how could he possibly condense a soul body within it?
"Why can't I appear here? This is my sea of soul consciousness." Qin Shaofeng smiled faintly.
Qin Shaofeng's answer left the sinister old man uncertain, but his expression soon turned savage.
"Boy, no matter how you accomplished this, the moment this old man entered this place, everything was decided. You are finished. This body is already mine!"
As he spoke, the sinister old man suddenly swelled, transforming into an enormous cloud of black mist that lunged at