A moment later, a streak of white light shot out from Red Valley City and sped eastward like a meteor, vanishing into the distant sky in the blink of an eye.
On the white flying boat, Shen Luo sat cross-legged, his eyes closed as he sensed the condition within his body.
Yet no matter how he investigated, he could not find the reason his lifespan could no longer increase.
Chan'er sat cross-legged at the stern. With a wave of his hand, golden light flashed, and Zhanguo's corpse appeared.
He pressed a finger against Zhanguo's brow, golden light flickering at his fingertip. Only after a long while did he withdraw his hand.
"Master Golden Cicada, did you discover anything?" Bai Xiaotian walked over and asked.
Sensing the fluctuation of Magic Power, Shen Luo also emerged from meditation and looked over.
"Not for the moment. But judging from this corpse and the previous battle, this Zhanguo was by no means an ordinary demonized cultivator," Chan'er said slowly.
"Why do you say that, Master Chan'er? Is there something wrong with this body? Is it because flames could not destroy it?" Shen Luo walked over and asked.
"That is only one reason. I examined Zhanguo's body closely and felt that he was very similar to me." Chan'er nodded.
"Similar to you?" Bai Xiaotian froze.
"You mean..." Shen Luo's gaze shifted.
"Zhanguo seems very much like someone's reincarnation, not an ordinary member of the Human Race tainted by demonic qi," Chan'er said slowly.
"You mean he was a reincarnation of the Demon Clan?" Bai Xiaotian's expression changed slightly.
Shen Luo said nothing, but his face shifted repeatedly, and he appeared extremely unsettled.
He had already suspected Zhanguo's identity before. Now, it seemed that it was true. Zhanguo was one of the five Demon Soul Reincarnations.