Chapter 198 The True Soul Split: The Demon Realm, the Demon Palace, the Sickly Demon...
In the Demon Palace of the Demon Realm, the sickly Demon Lord sat on the throne with a pale face.
The usually bustling Demon Palace was eerily quiet at this moment, with the sickly Demon Lord sitting on the throne inside the main hall, his face deathly pale.
Blood on the ground in front of him flowed into a stream toward the red-clad woman floating in mid-air.
"Ahem, you are the old Realm Lord?" The Demon Lord coughed a few times, looking at the woman with a hint of fear in his eyes.
He had only heard of the legend that an old realm master was sealed in Demon Moon Lake, but he never imagined that the resurrected skeleton would have such destructive power.
Although his demon palace was not as powerful as the one from ten thousand years ago, it was still among the top three in the Three Realms. Yet, even so, it was no match for this old realm lord.
Although the woman was beautiful, her smile was extremely gentle, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, giving her a sense of secluded beauty.
"I never imagined that after so many years, the one in charge of the Demon Palace would be a mere brat, and a brat so weak that he wouldn't even be able to put up a fight."
"Ten thousand years have passed. Even if the old realm lord wanted revenge, he shouldn't have come to our Demon Palace." The Demon Lord straightened his body slightly.
The woman looked around with disdain: "I don't want to bother with juniors like you, but I need blood to sustain my cultivation, so of course I have to ask the strongest in the Three Realms for some."
Before the words were even finished, the woman waved her sleeve and floated in front of the other woman, her five fingers forming claws that plunged directly into the Demon Lord's chest.
"Ugh!" The Demon Lord's face turned even paler with pain, the deathly pallor of a human nearing death.
The woman had only been absorbing the substance for a moment when she suddenly stopped, shaking her hand dismissively: "What the hell is inside you?!"
The Demon Lord revealed a strange smile: "A gift for you."
The woman's previously calm expression suddenly changed drastically; she raised her left hand and forcefully grabbed her right hand, pulling it hard.
Blood, tinged with black threads, splattered from her severed arm.
The black silk seemed to dance in mid-air for a moment as if it were alive, before suddenly shrinking back into the woman's body.
"What is this?" The woman looked at the Demon Lord with a cold gaze.
The Demon Lord clutched his chest, panting heavily. The fear in his eyes vanished abruptly, replaced by schadenfreude.
He couldn't help but praise himself when he thought about the deal he had made with the girl who claimed to be an Outer God an hour before the woman arrived.
"As expected of me, this deal was a steal! Cough cough."
The woman suddenly clutched her chest, her eyes reddening and quickly becoming hollow, as if she were being controlled.
"I like this body, thank you."
"Then you can leave my body now, right?" the Demon Lord said after coughing a few times.
The woman smiled and said, "The more the merrier. Let me borrow them for now."
The Demon Lord was not surprised at all by the other party's breach of trust. He lowered his eyes and thought for a moment before saying, "You probably can't fully control her body for the time being, so why don't you just control her here first?"
The woman tilted her head, thought for a moment, and then nodded: "Okay."
The Demon Lord seemed a little tired. He lowered his head, leaned back, and tucked his hands into his heavy clothes to conceal the movement of his fingertips.
A dark streak of light silently slid down the throne to the base of the wall, then left the Demon Palace and flew into the sky.
"Something has happened at the Demon Palace." After receiving the news, Elder Qing hurriedly informed everyone.
“It’s true!” Sang Zhitao said directly, looking at the black-stockinged figure in the message image.
Elder Qing frowned and looked at Madam Luan: "Now that both Realm Lords have passed away, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to make the trip."
Madam Luan nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, I will take Tao Tao and the others with me."
Elder Qing sighed softly: "I have taken over the authority of the Three Realms, so I will temporarily serve as the core of the formation to appease the Three Realms."
Sang Zhitao and Qingyan didn't linger and followed Madam Luan onto the flying boat, heading directly towards the Three Realms Gate.
On the airship, Sang Zhitao looked at Qingyan, thinking of Ruoyin on Earth, and hesitated for a moment: "Qingyan, can you give me a drop of blood?"
Qingyan was taken aback for a moment, but didn't ask any further questions. He simply extended his sharp claws and gently hooked them at his fingertips: "Here."
Sang Zhitao took her blood, and a familiar warmth immediately filled her chest.
She took a light sniff, and indeed, Qingyan's blood and the blood she had sensed on Earth shared the same origin.
Sang Zhitao glanced at Qingyan, her brows furrowed.
"What's wrong?" Qingyan felt a little uneasy under her gaze.
Sang Zhitao pondered for a moment before looking up and asking, "Qingyan, you haven't been able to break through for so many years. Have you ever considered that you might have a problem with your soul?"
"Huh?" Qingyan was stunned by what he was told, then shook his head repeatedly. "Impossible. I grew up with my master and the Spirit Clan since I was a child, and I even had my wife and Elder Qing, the Lord of the Three Realms, taking care of me. How could I not know if there was a problem with my soul?"
Sang Zhitao turned to look at Madam Luan.
Lady Luan nodded in agreement: "If her soul were incomplete, she wouldn't have been able to cultivate to this level."
Sang Zhitao sighed heavily and said, "I met someone on Earth who has the same aura as you."
"You mean she's also from my birthplace?" Qingyan asked in surprise.
Sang Zhitao shook her head: "It's not just that. I hadn't confirmed it before, but I just confirmed it. You not only come from the same place, but you could even say that your souls are one."
"She shares a soul with me?! Is her soul incomplete?" Qingyan asked incredulously.
Sang Zhitao shook her head again: "She is very smart and normal, and shows no signs of being mentally challenged."
"Has Madam ever heard of such a thing?" Qingyan asked Madam Luan.
Lady Luan's true form is a Luan bird from the Cloud Sea Realm. She was also the first person of the demon race to enter the Cloud Sea Realm. She has lived for tens of thousands of years and can be called an encyclopedia of the Three Realms.
Lady Luan lowered her head and thought for a long time before raising her head and slowly shaking her head, saying, "Even twins have never heard of identical souls. Are you sure you're not mistaken?"
Sang Zhitao shook her head: "I am a reincarnation of a god, and I have a special way of checking this. I can't be wrong."
Hearing her say that, Madam Luan still shook her head.
Sang Zhitao tapped her fingertips on the boat: "In a previous world, I encountered a reincarnation of a world consciousness. Fragments of the world were hidden in her body."
She then looked at Qingyan and said, "In this world, the fragments of the world reside within you."
Qingyan stared blankly at her, then at Madam Luan, before cautiously pointing at herself and asking, "You wouldn't be saying I'm the reincarnation of the world's consciousness, would you?"
Sang Zhitao nodded: "Why is it impossible? When faced with a global crisis, the world consciousness will choose to seek help from the outside world or from within."
"I was raised by the consciousness of many worlds. Each of them encountered a world crisis, and I was chosen by them to save the world. However, I also encountered world consciousnesses that chose to save themselves even after choosing me."
"Given the precedent, it's not impossible for the world consciousness of Qingyuan World to choose self-salvation and reincarnation."
"Since I am the world consciousness, why am I not special?" Qingyan waved his hands repeatedly, indicating that this was unbelievable.
Sang Zhitao continued, "Not necessarily. The world consciousness of the previous world was more ordinary after reincarnation, you..."
She looked Qingyan up and down: "Much better than that one. After all, he is a famous genius in the Three Realms, the only dragon in Qingyuan Realm."
Qingyan stroked his chin, a hint of pride on his face: "That's not bad either. Only a legendary background like this is worthy of someone as outstanding as me."
"So, according to you, your Earth friend is also a reincarnation of the world's consciousness?" Madam Luan asked curiously.
Sang Zhitao hesitated for a moment before saying, "I'm not sure, but my sixth sense tells me it's very likely."
"Then does that mean I'll never be able to ascend?" Qingyan thought of his dream of ascension, which he had pursued for nearly four thousand years, and his face showed undisguised regret.
Sang Zhitao looked at her, recalling the information that Team Leader Sheng An had given her on Earth. She opened her mouth, but ultimately didn't voice her guess.
After all, everything is still in the speculation stage, so it's best not to tell Qingyan these things. If it turns out to be something else, it might cause Qingyan's cultivation level to fluctuate, which would be troublesome.
Seeing the hesitation on her face, Madam Luan guessed that there were still some things she hadn't explained clearly, but she didn't press further. She looked up at the outside and said, "We're almost there."
Without delay, the group entered the Three Realms Gate. At this time, many people from various realms had already entered, making it a lively and bustling place.
Passing through the boundary gate, the demon realm is unusually quiet, especially near the demon palace, where it is even quieter.
"Someone's here. Is this the assistant you called?" The woman's eyes, one black and one red, looked at the Demon Lord strangely.
The Demon Lord shook his head slightly: "I don't know. I don't have a good relationship with the Three Realms, so I can't call for help."
The woman's gentle smile suddenly turned icy: "Just a fragment of an outer god's soul, trying to take over my body?"
"As expected, it's an ancient monster that's tens of thousands of years old. Its body is even more powerful than I imagined." Suddenly, her expression turned into a smile again.
Her face shifted between hot and cold, and her eyes changed from black to red.
The Demon Lord knew that the two powers within the other party's body were still clashing, so he couldn't help but touch his chest and silently use his limited power to suppress the evil god's power within him.
"Pfft!" He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Watch out!" Just as his vision went black and he almost fell off the throne, Qingyan flew in and caught him.
"Really? You've gone so far as to steal other people's bodies?" Sang Zhitao leaned closer to the woman, looked down into her eyes, and said with a smile.
The woman's expression froze on her gentle smile: "It's Tao Tao. Long time no see. I was wondering why someone would destroy my puppet. It really was you."
"Where is your original body? I didn't beat you so badly that you can't enter this world anymore, did I?" Sang Zhitao raised an eyebrow and asked tentatively.
She still had that same smiling face: "Yeah, since it didn't come in, I just sliced up a soul and threw it in. I didn't expect to get such an unexpected reward."
Sang Zhitao suddenly reached out and touched her neck. After sensing her for a moment, she said, "Where is my power? Did you transfer it to your original body?"
The true split soul was unable to move because it was still fighting for control of the body with the woman, and could only watch helplessly as Sang Zhitao touched and groped it.
But she showed no fear and replied with a smile, "Yes, thank you for your cultivation over this period of time. The power of the world fragments and the power you have collected from so many worlds are very useful."
Sang Zhitao gritted her teeth, staring intently at the fragmented soul deep within the woman's soul, and said with a smile, "Is that so... Can I give you a little more, please?"
"Great, it would be even better if you gave her to me." The woman smiled and glanced at Qingyan behind Sang Zhitao. "I didn't expect there was a world consciousness that escaped back then. I thought there was only that idiot from the last world."
Sang Zhitao raised an eyebrow, confirming her guess about Qingyan from the other person's words. She lowered her eyes slightly and thought for a moment, then summoned the jade pendant and pressed it into the woman's chest without the slightest hesitation.
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