"Brother Jiang."
Seeing the demonic aura around Jiang Ming growing ever denser, black as ink and already spreading outward, Xia Jiuyou called out in a trembling, heartbroken voice.
Hearing Xia Jiuyou's call, Jiang Ming abruptly emerged from that state of tormenting himself. He had actually been cultivating. This inspiration had come from the Ruthless Empress's Red Dust Dao Fruit, Nannan, wandering pitifully through the mortal world again and again, undergoing trials and hardships.
At first, he had felt sorry for Nannan and wanted to keep her by his side. Later, though, he had worried about affecting the Ruthless Empress's transformation.
Thus, Jiang Ming had formed an idea. He began cultivating in this way as well, using painful memories to stimulate the transformation of his Dao heart.
He would eventually step into the Red Dust Immortal Realm, too, and needed to transform bit by bit in this manner. Of course, he could also defy the heavens and become a War Immortal, transforming into an immortal by another path.
And Jiang Ming felt that he wanted both.
"Youyou, I'm fine. Come here."
Jiang Ming turned around, gradually burying the sorrow in his gentle eyes deep within himself. As he looked at Xia Jiuyou, his gaze could not help falling on her twin ponytails. His heart skipped a beat, and he really wanted to tug on one.
Xia Jiuyou was overjoyed, though also a little shy. With graceful steps, she came before Jiang Ming. "Brother Jiang, you must take care of yourself. That was truly frightening just now."
Xia Jiuyou could sense that the demonic aura contained every kind of ultimate energy in the world. If a Dao-Severing King were swallowed by it, they likely would not last even a breath before being demonized and driven mad.
"Sorry for making you worry. Youyou,