Stepping into the stone chamber, Hun Changqing casually surveyed its cold jade decorations, his gaze sweeping over the mountain of round pills piled on the floor.
Finally, his eyes settled on the faintly glowing ball of light in the center. Its form was almost identical to the Demon Spirit at the bottom of the Dan Immortal Pool, but its aura was far stronger.
This was a Demon Spirit at the Form Qi Realm.
Greed flashed in Hun Changqing's eyes. Without hesitation, he stepped forward and unleashed terrifying, icy Yuan Force, suppressing the desperately struggling Demon Spirit.
Then, under the Demon Spirit's utterly terrified gaze, Hun Changqing swallowed it.
In an instant, the Demon Spirit, seemingly equal to Hun Changqing in cultivation, was devoured and refined by his soul without stirring so much as a ripple.
To an outsider, this would have seemed inconceivable. Hun Changqing himself was puzzled by the power he possessed, but with no memories whatsoever, he had no way to investigate it.
"Whew!"
Exhaling a long breath of stale air, Hun Changqing opened his eyes. A faint silver radiance shimmered around them. Feeling the wave of comfort rising from the depths of his soul, his heart leaped with delight, and even the gloom brought on by remembering his amnesia eased considerably.
Moreover, as his soul grew lighter, he could vaguely sense that it had suffered an injury and needed Demon Spirits to recover. With enough Demon Spirits, perhaps all his memories would return.
For the first time, this thought gave the perpetually muddleheaded Hun Changqing a concrete goal, instantly filling him with fighting spirit.
"Hm? Since Demon Spirits are formed from the souls of demonic beasts, could human souls help heal my soul injuries too?"
A sudden flash of inspiration struck Hun Changqing, and he murmured in