But perhaps, if I cultivate until I'm strong enough, I will have the power of choice.
I don't want to be devoured by him.
So I can only choose... to devour him!
...
...
"Swish, swish!"
Amidst the void, a fierce and dense crashing sound arose, a dried-up Soul Sea hanging from Ren Zhong's head.
This man, thin as deadwood, staggered and unleashed his Dao Domain.
The Soul-devouring Banner descended from the sky like a giant flag, falling before Ren Zhong.
Ren Zhong clutched the soul banner, momentarily dazed; only after a long while did he gradually accept the reality that Xie Zhen had spoken of.
The White Ghost... was dead.
The man he feared the most.
Was dead!
"Heh..."
The Purple Mansion Soul Sea that Ren Zhong had suppressed for years finally welcomed its release.
He gripped the soul banner, his voice desolate and hoarse as he mocked, "Master... all those preparations, for what? In the end, you still couldn't devour me..."
Over the years.
