Qingli's primordial spirit was now incomplete. It had been split in two: one part had transformed into a human body, cultivating with a human form and a monster soul, while the other remained attached to Xin'er, doing nothing all day but eating, drinking, and playing alongside her. In all of Northwest Circuit, she was probably the one living the most carefree life.
But hearing Xin'er say this now, it seemed something had gone wrong with her. Could there truly have been a problem with her cultivation? After all, cultivating a human body with a monster soul was something no one had attempted since ancient times.
Su Xin pondered for a moment and said, "We'll talk when we get back."
Su Xin followed Xin'er into the secret chamber where she cultivated in seclusion and said to her, "Call Qingli out first."
Xin'er nodded. Before long, Qingli's primordial spirit manifested from within Xin'er's body. But the moment Su Xin saw her condition, he could tell something was wrong.
Although Qingli's primordial spirit had originally been divided into nine portions, the Green Hill Clan's secret arts had kept it from appearing weak.
But now Qingli's primordial spirit was extremely unstable. Even her manifested form wore a haggard expression.
Su Xin frowned. "What happened to you? How did you end up like this?"
Qingli shook her head in pain. "I don't know either. You were the one who told me about the Monster Race emerging last time. I have impressions of those great monster kings, but I also seem unable to remember them clearly. There's even one among them who left an especially deep impression on me. It feels as though I'm only one step away from recalling him, yet no matter what I do, I simply can't remember."
As soon as Qingli said