Time slipped by, and a year passed in the blink of an eye.
Chu Mo sat in the little courtyard, gently swaying the Nether Soul Banner in his hand. White Dragon, now a Yin Spirit, still stared at him with a resentful look, clearly unwilling to submit.
"Even if you can control my body with your foul arts, don't even dream of claiming my consciousness!"
White Dragon spoke in fury. She tried to resist his control, but her body moved at his command despite herself, twisting into an S one moment and straightening into a line the next.
"What would I want your consciousness for?" Chu Mo gave her a strange look, then smiled. "Being able to control your body is enough."
In the end, he had still failed to assimilate White Dragon completely.
For one thing, he was inside the tribulation of past illusions. A "thick barrier" separated him from every living being within it, making the All Beings Aspect particularly difficult to use.
For another, White Dragon was formidable in her own right. Moreover, she was a True Dragon from the Primordial Beginning era, protected by the Dao resonance of Hung Abyss, which made assimilating her difficult upon difficult.
"A year was still too short. A few more years would have been nice."
Chu Mo sighed softly and turned his gaze toward Cloudsea Hanging Mountain.
Over the past year, he had gained a deeper understanding of the Human Race in the Primordial Beginning era. At this time, the orthodox line of the Human Race lay in the Northern Territory, while the Tribulation Deliverance Dao was more like a large "gang" of rogue cultivators.
He described it that way because its organization was extremely loose. It had no fixed territory, and Cloudsea Hanging Mountain was everything it owned. Anyone