A Wisp of the Demon Ancestor's Divine Soul

To seize their divine soul, extinguish their spirit, and claim their body for one's own—that was possession. Countless people cultivated their entire lives, only to sew wedding clothes for another. Such an outcome was more unbearable than death itself, yet Yao Bo had encountered it. And the culprit was none other than the Demon Ancestor.

"If we're talking shamelessness, you truly are the foremost person in this age." Ye Tian looked at the heat waves before him, his tone calm and without the slightest ripple, though the killing intent in his eyes was utterly undisguised.

"To be possessed by me is his immense good fortune. Only fools like you would consider it a bad thing. I see it as a stroke of fortune—Yao Bo's fortune." The Demon Ancestor's voice revealed neither male nor female, yet it carried an innate majesty.

"You should die." Ye Tian's words were simple and direct.

"I have died before. The taste was not pleasant." The Demon Ancestor looked at Ye Tian, smiling with great satisfaction.

A cautious sailor sailed for ten thousand years; this had always been one of Ye Tian's creeds in this world. But today, he decided to make an exception.

The Azure Resolution Cloud Piercing Sword in his hand slowly rose and pointed at the Demon Ancestor. He looked at him, his expression tranquil. A breeze swept past, gradually scattering the Demon Ancestor's hair.

Besides Ye Tian and the Demon Ancestor, who stood confronting each other, there were also desperate people lurking furtively nearby. Quite a few had heard of the Demon Ancestor, especially certain beings from the Third Heaven.

Not a single one of them could see through the Demon Ancestor as he was now.

Even Ye Tian, whose divine sense was powerful enough to terrify others, could not do so.