There were no so-called internal organs within this celestial demon's body at all. Moreover, it had no Primordial Spirit, as though it were a puppet.
Could it be... a deliberately manufactured puppet? And what that senior told me was this puppet's flaw?
That can't be possible either.
Ye Lin sank into thought. If it was a puppet, how could that senior possibly know about it?
That senior from Forbidden Void had existed for an exceedingly long time, practically a living fossil. The things he knew were all from ages long past.
In other words, Heaven-Hiding Sacred Land had already existed a very long time ago.
So, looking at it this way, what exactly had gone wrong?
What could have caused this thing to come into being?
Between heaven and earth, every living being possessed a Primordial Spirit. Anything without one could not be considered a living being—this was an ironclad law.
Even beings transformed from stones possessed Primordial Spirits.
No wonder these celestial demons, despite possessing such formidable cultivation, had no intelligence.
What exactly was beneath this Desolate Land?
Ever since arriving in the Desolate Land, Ye Lin had constantly felt a faint yet persistent sense of danger hovering around him, as if something were watching him from the shadows.
The feeling sent chills down his spine.
Suddenly, as if recalling something, Ye Lin turned to look at the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar on his shoulder.
Right—how did he manage to forget this guy every single time?
"Do you know Heaven-Hiding Sacred Land?"
Ye Lin asked.
"What? You made it to Heaven-Hiding Sacred Land?"
The Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar's booming voice rang in Ye Lin's ears.
Ye Lin was rendered utterly speechless. He had no idea what the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar did all day.
Its injuries had more or less recovered, yet