What Xu Taiping meant by telling the truth.
Was naturally to reveal to everyone the secret that he was merely a mortal bone.
But he was in no hurry to explain. Instead, with his hand resting on his saber's hilt, he stood straight beside Zhou Zaidao and quietly watched Liu Chuxuan and the elder from the Eight Views Dao Palace approaching.
Seeing this, Zhou Zaidao forced himself to endure the pain in his divine soul and body, then grinned smugly.
"Xu Taiping, doesn't being human feel stifling?"
When Xu Taiping ignored him, Zhou Zaidao continued.
"Why not stop being human?"
Without turning his head, Xu Taiping said,
"If not human, then what?"
Zhou Zaidao chuckled.
"A demon, of course."
Zhou Zaidao continued his enticement.
"As long as you're willing to become one with the demon seed inside me, forget the insignificant Nine Prefectures-even the Heavenly Dao Laws won't be able to bind you."
Had he not fought the Primordial Lord before, Xu Taiping might truly have believed these words from the demon soul inside Zhou Zaidao.
His face expressionless, Xu Taiping said flatly,
"The demon seed inside you? I'm afraid even you don't know how much of you is still yourself, do you?"
Having gone through those experiences in the Golden Court Grotto-Heaven, Xu Taiping knew perfectly well that demon cultivators and demon seeds had never had a relationship in which they helped each other flourish.
No matter how powerful a demon cultivator became, they would ultimately be devoured by their demon seed.
Without exception.
At these words, Zhou Zaidao's gaze sharpened, and he asked coldly,
"How do you know all this?"
Xu Taiping did not answer, but murmured to himself instead,
"You say you can escape the restraints of this world's Heavenly Dao Laws. If that were really so,