"Wuwu..."
Wang Longxin struggled and let out a low growl, his eyes pleading and fearful as he looked at Bai Yi. But he saw no change in the other man's calm gaze.
Strands of black-red filaments pierced Wang Longxin's body. The light gradually faded from his eyes as he struggled.
Only when Wang Longxin's consciousness had completely vanished did the face on the surface of the Vermilion Fruit spirit tree begin to emerge, inch by inch, pressing itself against his face.
Wisps of black mist rose. Along with the black-red filaments and the face pouring into Wang Longxin, a weak, faint consciousness, yet one steeped in demonic nature, began to awaken inside him.
"So the aura inside the tree wasn't its main consciousness..."
Watching Wang Longxin, enveloped in black mist and seemingly on the verge of a demonic soul's revival, Bai Yi murmured to himself. He stood quietly beside him, watching the unknown demonic soul slowly awaken.
Back when the pillar of light erupted as the Red Sun Vermilion Fruit ripened, the Dao-Deriving Mirror, which had been still, trembled faintly once more.
The closer he got to this Vermilion Fruit spirit tree, the more violently the Dao-Deriving Mirror trembled.
That was why he had deliberately waited beside the Vermilion Fruit Spirit Tree, until these two destined visitors from the Four Seas Commerce Association arrived.
"A demonic cultivator who took over someone's body with a Nascent Soul?"
"Then how did these black-red, vein-like filaments get here?"
Bai Yi looked at Wang Longxin, who was nearly consumed by the demonic consciousness, and didn't bother racking his brains over it.
After all, the demonic consciousness was almost revived. He could just ask it directly in a moment. Why waste the effort thinking?
"Ah! Ah!"
A black-red halo blossomed. A ghost-fire-like glow slowly issued