Any higher, and he could not suppress it; any lower, and it could not bear his remnant soul.
An Immortal King. Perfect.
At the time, the Demon Flower Evil Lord's entire blossom had perked right up.
What was this called? Heaven had left me a way out! Heaven itself had delivered a fleshly body right to my doorstep!
If he had to choose between having his soul scattered forever and possessing a body to be reborn, uh, did that even require thought?
A legacy? What damned legacy! Wouldn't coming back to life and continuing my cultivation be better than finding some junior to carry it on for me?
But Yun Zui was beside Yun Shuanghua, which made things a little troublesome. The Demon Flower Evil Lord's lingering consciousness was too weak now. If he rashly attempted possession and Yun Zui turned and fled, then brought back an elder, that would mean another disaster.
As it turned out, just as he was pondering how to kill that little girl without anyone being the wiser, the two happened to encounter a beast tide.
As the saying went, never put human nature to the test-especially not the human nature of someone with "Evil Lord" in his name.
He had fuck-all human nature.
Just look at that opening line: "When a thousand flowers bloom, ten thousand spirits live; when ten thousand flowers fade, all beings fall silent." It sounded quite poetic, but anyone who had truly known this old fiend back then knew the first half had never been the point.
He made a thousand flowers bloom to nourish his own Dao. But when ten thousand flowers faded, flowers were not necessarily the only things that faded. The Flower Demon Yun Qing had encountered outside Blackwater Town back in the Mortal World had merely