Su Yueli's voice fell, and no one answered within the dungeon.
That Demon Cultivator collapsed on the ground, his Divine Soul already largely destroyed.
Even if revived, no more information could be wrung from him.
She closed her eyes, re-sorting through the memories she had just witnessed.
The underground great hall, the blood pool, Motian Xing, and that familiar voice within the stone chamber.
She could not have misheard; that was Shen Huai'an.
Yet this piece of memory not only failed to resolve her doubts, it instead made matters even more complicated.
Su Yueli had originally thought that Motian Xing had completely seized Shen Huai'an's body.
Shen Huai'an's Divine Soul had probably long since dissipated.
What remained in the world now was merely a physical vessel occupied by Motian Xing.
That was why she had constantly been searching for Motian Xing.
Once she found him, killing him would suffice.
Yet the voice just now had still retained Shen Huai'an's original tone.
Certain habits do not change simply because of fragmented memories.
When he mentioned Han Yu, he paused for half a breath, and his voice lowered by a fraction when he uttered her name.
Motian Xing would not have such a reaction, and Su Yueli opened her eyes, her expression shifting several times.
Shen Huai'an was still alive.
At least at the time that memory took place, his Divine Soul had not dissipated.
Yet this did not make sense.
Motian Xing's Divine Soul was far stronger than Shen Huai'an's, and he had resided within this body for so long.
Given the disparity between the two, Shen Huai'an simply could not have held on for very long.
Unless Motian Xing had not completely seized the body, or perhaps he had other plans.
Su Yueli lowered her gaze to look at the