Su Mo's thoughts raced. If he had a Martial Saint realm expert guiding his cultivation, it would be like adding wings to a tiger.
Although this demon was not human, their cultivation systems were largely the same, with no great differences.
"Which level of the Martial Saint realm are you at?" Su Mo asked again.
"The Saint realm has no nine layers. It only has four minor stages: early, middle, late, and peak," the demonic soul said.
"I see! Then which stage are you in?" Su Mo came to a realization. The Martial Saint realm was not divided into nine layers.
"The middle stage," the demonic soul said.
Su Mo nodded, his heart stirring. If he could receive this demon's guidance, it would certainly be far better than groping his way forward alone.
However, he was no fool. The other party could not possibly be so kind as to guide his cultivation for nothing!
Still, the other party was under his control now. As long as he remained careful and did not fall for its tricks, nothing would happen.
"How should I address you, Senior?" Su Mo's tone grew somewhat more courteous. Since he intended to cooperate with the other party, he naturally could not be too overbearing.
"You need not know my name. You may call me Ghost Saint Yan Mo," the demonic soul said.
"Ghost Saint Yan Mo?"
Su Mo nodded. It was quite an imposing title. Then, he asked about the other party's origins and background.
Ghost Saint Yan Mo did not hide anything and briefly told Su Mo about his circumstances.
It turned out that this demon had lived a hundred thousand years ago and had been one of the Demon Armor Tribe's ten Martial Saints at the time.
Unfortunately, a hundred thousand years ago, the