"I wonder how long this punishment of demonic transformation for that boy Sikong will last."
"At the very least, an era of Burial Emperors, perhaps?"
The voice of another mysterious powerhouse rang out. No one knew that Sikong Jing's strand of consciousness was cultivating and creating.
In the blink of an eye, a month passed...
Sikong Jing's appearance had changed beyond recognition. He no longer looked human at all, like a fusion of countless monsters' outwardly manifested attributes. That agony continued to pile up, while his clear consciousness seemed to be locked away, unable to communicate with anyone.
Yet he remained exceptionally calm...
"Does this kind of punishment mean that the Burial Emperor Rules are actually afraid of something?"
"Afraid that someone might truly become a conscious and incomparably powerful Blood Devour Magic Beast?"
His unwavering conviction kept driving his thoughts in a positive direction. Pain amplified countless times over could not bring him down. Though he could no longer improve in any other aspect... the Qing Ling Sword could.
The Qing Ling Sword was both tangible and intangible. It was will, confidence, and an unyielding momentum.
The Qing Ling Sword within the Spirit Platform's sea of consciousness had shattered and vanished, but the Qing Ling Sword in Sikong Jing's heart had always remained.
After a month, Su Yuexi's life lamp had regained its brightness. Yet Sikong Jing's consciousness had been separated from him by the Burial Emperor Rules, leaving him unable to inspect anything within the New Purple Night Mystic Jade space.
He could not even see anything around him. There was only the pain, magnified tens of millions of times after reaching the extreme of demonic transformation.
Dark Demon Small World, eighth level...
Su Yuexi stepped out gracefully. Her peerlessly beautiful face, too, bore an unyielding air