Protected by the Extreme Flame, a wisp of Shang Xiye's soul entered his sea of ​​consciousness through his fingertips and Ji Fenghua's brow. The surging demonic energy in Ji Fenghua's sea of ​​consciousness immediately lunged fiercely at Shang Xiye's soul, causing the Extreme Flame to sway back and forth as if it would be extinguished at any moment.

Ji Fenghua's primordial demonic energy within his consciousness was also constantly being scorched by the extreme flames, the extremely high temperature seemingly roasting his demonic soul.

He felt as if he were being roasted in a furnace, and the pain emanating from his demonic soul made him groan involuntarily.

But Shang Xiye had no other choice. Ji Fenghua had already fallen into demonic possession. If he didn't bring the Extreme Flame, even if his entire soul and nascent soul entered Ji Fenghua's sea of ​​consciousness, there would be no return. He would be directly melted by the original demonic energy in Ji Fenghua's sea of ​​consciousness!

Shang Xiye carefully controlled the extreme flames to prevent them from harming Ji Fenghua's demonic soul.

He quickly rushed to Ji Fenghua's memory area for a quick glance, then swiftly withdrew from his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Your Highness, how is Fenghua?" Ji Fengyao asked hurriedly as Shang Xiye stopped.

Shang Xiye shook his head: "The situation is not good. His entire memory has been violently shattered and he cannot piece it back together on his own."

"What if we go in and help him piece it together?" Ji Fengyao asked tentatively. "We can use the Time-Freezing Pill to solidify his current state, and then go in and manually piece it together for him."

“No, it’s too scattered and takes too long,” Shang Xiye shook his head again. “Besides, Yao’er, you’ve forgotten that he’s a demon now, and we are spiritual cultivators. Extreme fire and extreme flames would be too damaging to him. If we accidentally affect those tiny fragments of his memory, it would be irreversible and permanent memory damage. At that time, he would truly suffer from intermittent amnesia and there would be no possibility of recovery.”

“What can we do? He can’t keep stuttering like this every time he thinks about the past. It doesn’t matter to us, but he and Miwei don’t have many memories to begin with. This is too cruel for the two of them.” Ji Fengyao felt very sorry for Fenghua.

"Weiwei, I remember, don't be afraid," Ji Fenghua said, smiling reassuringly and understandingly, as if nothing had happened to her.

As the group was talking, two hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the main hall.

Ji Fengxiao and Mi Wei ran over one after the other and rushed into the hall.

"Feng Hua!"

"Fenghua".

Mi Wei and Ji Fengxiao called out to Ji Fenghua in unison, but their emotions were quite different.

Mi Wei was overjoyed and pleasantly surprised, but Feng Xiao's tone was quite complicated.

The two walked up to Ji Fenghua, and Ji Fengxiao felt a huge suction force on Ji Fenghua, causing his body to lean forward.

Ji Chenhai reacted quickly and grabbed Ji Fengxiao, feeling the suction force under his hand, but Ji Fengxiao had already been pulled to his side.

"You child, you're so grown up, why are you still so impulsive?" Su Rujing lovingly scolded Ji Fengxiao.

Ji Fengxiao: "..."

Ji Fenghua looked at Ji Fengxiao thoughtfully, without saying a word.

Ji Chenhai also frowned subconsciously. He knew very well that this was probably not Feng Xiao being impatient; the suction force was very strange.

He was about to speak when Ji Fengxiao broke free from his hand: "Father, let me go. Only I can save Fenghua now."

No one understood what he meant by that.

Then Ji Fengxiao approached Ji Fenghua, and the two brothers suddenly embraced each other with their foreheads touching, and both of them took flight at the same time.

"Feng Xiao, you're crazy! No!"

Ji Fenghua stared wide-eyed at Ji Fengxiao, who looked exactly like him and was right in front of him.