Suppressing the inner flutter, Madam Huanyong stopped thinking further. Confining her words to matters of cultivation, she discussed a few things with Yu Ci, and then heard Yu Ci ask about Zhao Xiangshan:
"How is it over there these past two days?"
Madam Huanyong's gaze first shifted to the tip of Yu Ci's finger, and only then did she speak: "As expected of an Outer Realm devil lord, even in such a desperate plight, he can still guard his original mind and refuse to yield, and even attempts to draw nourishment from the master's Myriad Demon Pool to accumulate strength..."
Yu Ci let out an "hn": "That's not very surprising either. Has his identity been confirmed?"
"There are endless billions of Outer Realm devils. Without prying open his mouth, it's truly hard to guess. However, the foundation of his clan is already beyond a doubt."
"Oh, which one is it?"
"These past two days he struggled within the Myriad Demon Pool, and whenever it reached a critical moment of life and death, he would often transform into a speck of skin dander, attaching himself to the vital breath of the sea of blood to eke out a meager existence... It was the same previously in Xi Yu Lake. Among the Thirteen Outer Paths, there is only the Skin Demon that craves blood essence and vital breath to such an extent."
"Skin Demon..."
Yu Ci listened with a frown. Legends of "painted skins" existed in the mortal world, mostly speaking of monsters using paintings as skin to take human form and harm human lives. Yet in the Outer Realm of the Nine Heavens, there truly existed such a devil, ranked among the Thirteen Outer Paths, mingling among cultivation groups in a similar fashion to stir up trouble.
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