The moment he spoke, a strange look appeared in Su Shi'er's eyes, along with the instinctive vigilance and killing intent that human cultivators felt toward demonic cultivators.
He naturally knew exactly who the person before him was.
It was none other than the Demonic Cultivator Body with whom he had deep ties.
Seeing the other here left Su Shi'er greatly shocked.
His first reaction was to secretly wonder whether the Devil Race also had some scheme at work within these Ancient God Ruins.
Yet regardless of what he thought, judging from the other's words and the look in his eyes—
He clearly had not seen through Su Shi'er's true identity.
Since that was the case, Su Shi'er naturally had no reason to expose himself.
"What? Didn't your close friend tell you about my origins?"
"But then again, no matter how close the relationship, who would tell others that they had once cultivated Devil Race techniques and formed a demonic infant?"
"And that, in a moment of danger, they abandoned that demonic infant, allowing it to fall into the demonic path, slaughtering wildly and committing countless sins of blood?"
The Demonic Cultivator Body wore a sinister smile, his tone laced with mockery.
As he walked, abundant Demonic Yuan seeped out from beneath his feet, turning into strands of demonic patterns that spread across the ground like a spiderweb.
Before he even approached Su Shi'er, the web of demonic patterns had already enveloped and sealed off the area around him.
"So it was you—the Demonic Cultivator Body of Fellow Daoist Su?!"
"Back then, Fellow Daoist Su cultivated Devil Race techniques, yet he always remained clear-minded and rational, utterly unaffected by those techniques."
"And you... though you were consciousness born from the demonic infant, you and Fellow Daoist Su are two entirely different