Qing Chen's gaze sharpened.
The Mystic Womb Demon Lotus stirred in his Sea of Consciousness, in a way entirely different from its reactions to danger in the past.
Whenever a powerful foe approached before, the Mystic Womb Demon Lotus would close its petals to protect his Divine Soul or issue a sharp warning.
Now, however, it bloomed ever more luxuriantly.
Strands of dark luster flowed along the edges of its petals, and the Eight White Bone Demon Mara Banners in his Sea of Qi began to tremble with it.
Qing Chen immediately suppressed the Demon Banners' movements.
There seemed to be many presences beyond the gate.
Separated from them by distorted space and layers of restrictions, he could not distinguish their locations, much less determine whom they belonged to, yet he could vaguely sense something exceedingly familiar among them.
Demon Seeds.
Golden Lotuses.
And the intense demonic nature accumulated through years upon years of devouring.
An indescribable satisfaction washed over Qing Chen's mind before any thought could form.
Then came desire!! Fierce desire!!!
That desire grew ever deeper, an excitement bordering on hunger.
As though a vicious creature of a higher order had discovered a group of weak prey of the same origin, already fattened to perfection.
Qing Chen's fingers abruptly tightened against the gunwale.
"Steady your mind."
Wu Zhanxian's voice came from beside him. "The entrance will stir the Demon Seed Power in your Divine Soul. Do not let it throw you into disarray, and do not be nervous."
Qing Chen lowered his eyes. "I understand." Yet when he looked up at the ruined gate again, a dark glimmer had appeared in his eyes.
Seeing that Qing Chen had reined in his aura again, Wu Zhanxian turned his gaze toward the ancient gate, preparing to suppress the surrounding spiritual