In a side hall of the King of Qian's palace.
Li Xingchen sat on the bed, his expression shifting incessantly, sometimes filled with grief and anger, sometimes joy, sometimes sinister and eerie...
"Bastard, get out of my body!!"
Li Xingchen spoke in utter fury.
Yet the next second, his expression turned sinister again. "My dear disciple, lend your body to your master!"
"I will make your name resound across the heavens!"
It was as though two personalities were alternating within his body.
Li Xingchen's expression changed again. "No! So you had me retrieve your heart not to help me grow stronger at all, but to possess me after I refined this Demon Heart!!"
"Ha, you realized it too late!"
"This is the power of my Heart-Severing Soul-Transference Great Art. As long as my Demon Heart survives, I cannot die. As long as someone refines this Demon Heart, I can seize the magpie's nest like a cuckoo, possessing their body and being reborn!!"
"Why did you choose me?!" Li Xingchen demanded through gritted teeth.
"Tsk, tsk, it was all fate. You encountered me, and you possessed the Astral Dao Body, exceptional talent, and the backing of the White Jade Tower. If I didn't possess you, who else would I possess?!" Juexin sneered.
"Rest assured, I will inherit everything you have. Your parents and your connections-I will use them to the fullest to help me ascend to the Emperor's throne!!"
"No!!" Li Xingchen let out a low roar, then his head drooped as though all his strength had drained away, and he fell silent.
After a while, Li Xingchen raised his head, a dark gleam flashing through his eyes. "I've finally suppressed this fellow's soul. Now all that remains is to merge completely with the Demon Heart."
Once he fully merged with