He immediately focused inward, and his divine sense plunged deep into the sea of consciousness within this physical body.
Within the sea of consciousness, Shen Huai'an's faint trace of divine sense lay dormant, suppressed in a corner beneath layer upon layer of black demonic qi, utterly incapable of stirring up any waves.
"Not this boy..." Motian Xing withdrew his divine sense and snorted coldly to himself.
Still, this boy truly deserved to be called a peerless Twelfth-Realm powerhouse. The resilience of his soul was beyond imagination.
Had Motian Xing not lived for several thousand years and mastered countless strange, ancient demonic arts, Shen Huai'an might well have turned the tables and reclaimed his body during the possession that day!
Now that his remnant soul had only just awakened, his strength had weakened to the extreme. For the time being, he simply could not completely erase Shen Huai'an's divine sense.
Not only did he need to guard against the boy's desperate final counterattack, he also had to divide his attention to use secret arts to assimilate and repair this body's fragile Heavenly Bone.
An utterly thorny problem!
"No, I have to hurry."
A flash of ferocity and urgency crossed Motian Xing's eyes.
Recovering slowly at the bottom rung was far too inefficient. Only by seizing the supreme imperial authority of the mortal world and mobilizing the vast blood qi and resources of an entire dynasty could he return to his peak at the fastest possible speed!
"..."
A moment later, inside the Golden Palace Hall.
The Great Zhao Emperor sat high upon the dragon throne, his gaze hollow and numb. From time to time, an unnoticeable eerie violet glint flickered deep within his pupils.
"Convey My decree—"
The Emperor's voice echoed through the vast hall, mechanical and icy. "From this day