Gold-Brick Floors, Jade Walls, and Glazed Pillars

From Jiang Yan's meaning, Song Wanxi, who had already fallen to demonic corruption and was sealed inside the Glazed Pavilion by chains and golden talismans, should be quite powerful.

But she had lost her full intelligence.

A beauty like her, utterly devoid of reason, had lain in this underground Demon Den for hundreds of years, muddleheaded and dazed.

No wonder Song Hengjiang had said he didn't know whether he was more selfish or more loving toward her.

Looking at the Glazed Pavilion, Jiang Wang couldn't say what he was feeling. His fingers kept rubbing the hilt of Longing, silently communicating with it.

"Why are you always fiddling with your sword?" Jiang Yan suddenly asked.

"I don't know why, but I'm nervous..." Jiang Wang murmured. He tightened his grip on the hilt and said slowly, "From what Song Hengjiang said, it seems he caused Song Wanxi's condition... Could someone else really be responsible for another person falling into demonic corruption?"

Jiang Yan seemed to be thinking of something. After a long pause, he said, "I'm not sure either. There's no relevant information in the White Bone Venerable God's fragments of memory. But I imagine it can be done, if one finds the right method. One's own will can actually determine very little."

But I think will can determine a great deal...

Jiang Wang didn't voice his disagreement.

He shook his head hard. After briefly regaining clarity, that hazy, chaotic feeling gradually gathered around him again. It was tormenting, unbearable.

It seems that powerful emotions can keep me clearheaded for a short time...

He thought this as he said to Jiang Yan, "No. My condition is terrible right now. I need to find a way to destroy the Heart Demon first."

He turned his attention to the Star-Entangling Python. Inside the Heaven-Connecting