As Xuan Lingzi finished speaking, there was no sound in the stone chamber.
Xuan Lingzi brought his fingers together, and a golden sword energy pierced through the stone table in front of the futon. Suddenly, a swaying soul emerged from the stone table. His figure was ethereal and seemed ready to disintegrate at any moment, but he kept repeating the four words "Is it a human or a demon?"
If Luo Jianqing could wake up at this moment, he would probably immediately realize that this voice was the same one that had fought him for so long in the sixth level. It was just a remnant soul, one could even say that it had not much intelligence, but it contained the obsession of its original owner, which lingered for a long time.
"Is it a human or a demon? Is it a human or a demon?"
Xuan Lingzi's indifferent face was expressionless. Suddenly, the eight-petal golden lotus between his brows blossomed with brilliant light. The remnant soul howled in pain, then tremblingly raised its head to look at him. After gazing at him for a long moment, it shrieked sharply, "You are a demon!"
Xuan Lingzi snorted lightly and sneered, "Why am I a demon?"
The voice seemed to have heard nothing, and Zhang Yang pounced on Xuan Lingzi with all five claws.
Xuan Lingzi thrust his sword at the remnant soul, and it howled miserably. The color in its eyes gradually cleared. After a while, it suddenly looked up at Xuan Lingzi and asked in surprise, "Primordial Spirit?!" A moment later, the remnant soul said in horror, "Half of the Primordial Spirit... You're a cultivator above the Mahayana stage!"
Xuan Lingzi ignored the remnant soul's words. His cold face was as indifferent as an ice lotus. He said calmly, "Now that you have regained your consciousness, you should apologize for wrongly accusing my disciple of being a demon."
Without waiting for the opponent to attack, the remnant soul roared hoarsely: "He is a monster, he is a monster, he is a monster!"
Xuan Lingzi sneered: "What nonsense!"
The remnant soul said in a trembling voice: "If he is not tolerated by the eighty-one great ways and three thousand minor ways of the heaven, then he is either a demon or something else!"
"Those who are not allowed to cultivate by the heavenly way are demons?"
"yes!"
Xuan Lingzi swung his robe, casting golden light into the stone chamber. He asked calmly, "What about me?"
The remnant soul was speechless for a moment. After a moment, he seemed to go crazy again and began to mutter non-stop: "Mahayana demon cultivator, Mahayana demon cultivator... Demon Lord, it's Demon Lord... You are a demon, you are a demon, you are a demon!"
The slender phoenix eyes fell on the crazy remnant soul for a moment. Xuan Lingzi looked at the remnant soul with indifference as it hugged its head in pain in front of him. The remnant soul seemed to want to attack him instinctively, but every time it looked up at him, it turned its eyes away timidly.
In the end, the remnant soul slowly flew up, crashing into the stone chamber. It had no physical form, but instead kept shouting "Demon Lord" and "Is it a human or a demon?" while constantly torturing itself with self-harm.
Xuan Lingzi simply watched quietly. Even when the remnant soul bumped into Li Xiuchen, sending a shudder through the unconscious Li Xiuchen, he didn't stop it. It wasn't until the remnant soul was about to crash into Luo Jianqing that Xuan Lingzi narrowed his eyes and flicked his sleeve to pull the remnant soul back.
The voice of the powerful person in the Spirit Transformation Stage was like the roar of thunder, echoing in the narrow stone chamber.
"Since he's already dead, why cling to him? Humans and demons have been incompatible since ancient times. In this generation, I've done everything I can for the human race. The two races have been at peace for over a hundred years. Now it's time for you to leave. This is your destiny."
"Are you a human or a demon... Demon Lord... You are Demon Lord..."
"You slandered my disciple as a demon, causing him to be nearly possessed. You've caused him so much trouble, it's time to make compensation."
"Demon Lord, you are Demon Lord, you...Ahhhhhh!!!"
Xuan Lingzi flicked his robe, and a flash of golden light pierced through the remnant soul's body, causing it to howl in agony. After a cup of tea, the remnant soul's screams abruptly ceased, and he silently lowered his head and stared at the ground, as if he had lost consciousness.
Xuan Lingzi whispered, "Except for that person, give the rewards that everyone else deserves."
The remnant soul glanced at Li Xiuchen in the corner and nodded slightly: "Yes."
The thunderclouds in the sky became thicker and made a rumbling sound, as if condemning Xuan Lingzi's words.
However, Xuan Lingzi ignored him and continued, "Make the compensation you deserve to my disciple."
The remnant soul nodded: "Yes."
Xuan Lingzi brushed his long sleeves, and suddenly a blood-red light flew out from the wide sleeves.
The thunderclouds in the sky roared even more fiercely, and bolts of lightning struck down near the Yitian Mountains. There was even a red bolt of lightning so thick and destructive that it aimed precisely at Xuan Lingzi.
A golden light flashed between Xuan Lingzi's eyebrows, and the Xuan Ling Sword appeared in his hand. He pointed the sword at the sky, and the majestic spiritual power rushed up into the sky.
The thunder and the golden sword collided in mid-air, making a sound that shook the earth.
At that moment, all the mountains near the Beidou Zhenjun ruins were razed to the ground, and powerful sound waves spread out in all directions, blowing away the cultivators who had been curiously gathered around to watch the excitement. The cultivators below the Nascent Soul stage all vomited blood, and those in the Qi Refining stage were so seriously injured that they fainted.
The thunderclouds were still roaring, but they dared not strike again. Inside the stone chamber, the remnant soul looked down at the ground. Luo Jianqing lay unconscious, and no one knew that the most powerful cultivator in the world had stumbled and spat out a mouthful of blood.
There was a golden light flashing in the blood. Xuan Lingzi leaned half of his body on the Xuan Ling Sword and looked up at the remnant soul: "This is my disciple's thing."
As soon as he finished speaking, the blood-red light flew towards the remnant soul. The remnant soul originally wanted to catch it, but before he could reach out his hand, he was frightened by the terrifying aura. He could only stand there obediently and saw the blood-red light stop in front of him.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com