Now, Sikong Jing's human-shaped spirit shadow was recovering, while his beast-shaped spirit shadow had condensed into a ball of mist and also needed time to slowly regenerate. Yet now, a third mass of pitch-black mist had appeared.
Moreover, the mist roiled with surging demonic intent.
Could the aftereffects of falling into demonic madness really be this powerful?
But in the very next moment, Sikong Jing suddenly exclaimed, "No, this looks very much like when my beast-shaped spirit shadow formed last time. Could it be that I'm going to form a third spirit shadow? A demonic spirit shadow?"
As he spoke, Sikong Jing's expression was filled with utter astonishment.
Ever since his Spirit Platform consciousness sea had opened up, it had always possessed three attributes.
They had always appeared as three distinct phenomena: azure, clear, and human; fiery red, savage, and beastly; and a third kind—an expanse of dark stars, demonic and unfathomably mysterious.
Ever since he had formed his beast-shaped spirit shadow in the Spirit-Seizing Battlefield, Sikong Jing had kept wondering whether he could form a third spirit shadow.
That would be a demonic spirit shadow, yet he had never managed to form one.
But after this bout of crazed demonic madness, the demonic spirit shadow truly seemed about to emerge.
At that thought, Sikong Jing entered the Ten Thousand Beasts Heavenly Prison once more. Yet he received no definite answer. The divine beasts and ferocious beasts could not explain it either; they simply did not understand the Blood Devour Magic Beast at all.
No demon beast would dare fall into demonic madness so casually.
Indeed, from ancient times until now, Sikong Jing was likely the only demon beast or human who had fallen so deeply into demonic madness and still returned. Thus, they had no idea whether this was