Yet this turn of events truly made Jiang Yuechu's eyes widen.
Deep within her sea of consciousness, the Myriad Demon Records suspended in the void had taken shape anew.
Only, the corner where two demons should have resided now looked completely different.
Seeing demon forms utterly unlike their previous appearances, Jiang Yuechu felt doubt and surprise. With a slight stir of her will, she tentatively materialized them.
Immediately afterward, two phantom figures sprang into view before her.
The one on the left had a white forehead, slanting eyes, and vivid markings shaped like the character for "king."
He was powerfully built, a long robe draped over his body, with an innate killing intent between his brows.
As his figure landed, the blade in his hand struck the ground with a dull thud.
He slowly raised his head, holding his long saber across his body, his expression deeply respectful.
"Long time no see... my master."
Jiang Yuechu stood where she was, a rare flicker of astonishment passing through her clear eyes.
"..."
That voice, those mannerisms, that stance with the saber...
She stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure before her and spoke uncertainly.
"Tiger Mountain God?!"
But the problem was... the creature she had just spent Dao Cultivation imprinting into the painting was clearly the Black-Scaled Giant Tiger she had slaughtered in Cangwu Township.
How could it be the Tiger Mountain God?!
With that in mind, she looked toward the other side, still bewildered.
The other figure's identity was all but obvious.
Sure enough, upon noticing the young woman's gaze, a somewhat arrogant bird face lifted his chin and tightened his grip on his long halberd.
That privileged princeling who had been born in the Lotus-Seeding Realm and died in the Lotus-Seeding Realm?!
What on earth was going on?!
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