The fragrance of the incense emanated an aura of decay and decay, but most things in the demon realm are naturally like that.
Ji Fengyao carefully examined the incense and found nothing in it that could harm the soul or body.
She handed the incense back to Shang Beiyu and said, "Please, senior."
"You can light it and stick it in this incense burner," Shang Beiyu said with a gentle smile, without taking it back.
However, his smile was hidden by the ghost mask, so the little bandit couldn't see it.
Ji Fengyao held the long incense stick and pondered for a moment. She remembered her younger brother Ji Fengxiao not far away, as well as Shang Beiyu's vow to never harm her. Then, she flicked a flame with her fingertips, lit the long incense stick as instructed, and inserted it into the incense burner on the small square table between the two of them.
Black smoke curled upwards.
A stale, musty smell of old wood shavings filled the air, quickly enveloping Ji Fengyao and Shang Beiyu.
The black smoke wouldn't dissipate until the little bandit and Shang Beiyu woke up.
Ji Fengyao silently recited, "I am entering a dream, and the great demon is beside me," and slowly drifted off to sleep in this ancient atmosphere.
Shang Beiyu's consciousness followed the little bandit's aura and direction, speeding forward even faster in the darkness.
The Soul-Guiding Incense originated from the Demon Realm, and he thrived in the darkness.
He wanted to get to where the little bandit was going before her, to see what she had forgotten, and then he would add his own traces to those memories. It was a story of truth within falsehood and falsehood within truth, so that even if she wanted to, she wouldn't be able to tell the difference.
A faint light gradually appeared in the darkness.
Shang Beiyu knew that those were the areas of memory that the little female bandit had erased or forgotten.
But he had only just arrived at the edge of this area, and had not yet had a chance to peek into its contents, when he saw Mo Linxian, dressed in a lake-blue robe and lying on the ground in a very flamboyant posture, looking at him with a slight smirk and a playful smirk.
Shang Beiyu: "..."
I felt worse than if I had swallowed eight hundred flies.
"Mo Linxian, you actually left a wisp of your soul here to guard her memories!" Shang Beiyu gritted his teeth, filled with resentment.
"I knew you little bug had designs on my little darling, and here you are, catching me red-handed." Mo Linxian stretched and sat up cross-legged.
He didn't seem to be grinning or joking, but he had a certain mischievous air about him.
It makes people feel like he predicted everything, and that they themselves are stupid, causing their depression to multiply infinitely.
It's important to understand that spiritual cultivation is different from demonic cultivation.
The splitting of a demonic cultivator's soul is only painful, but they can devour the souls of others to replenish themselves at any time.
If a spiritual cultivator were to devour the souls of others, they would be condemned by both the physical and spiritual realms.
Therefore, every part of the soul damaged during spiritual practice is irreversible and requires at least two or three hundred years of recuperation to recover.
But Mo Linxian actually divided one of his souls to guard a single memory of Xiao Yunyao!
He's just using his status as an alchemist to play around with splitting his soul, isn't he?
Most importantly.
The soul that Mo Linxian separated possessed the strength of the Ascension Stage and had undergone nearly a thousand years of cultivation.
The soul that Jiu Yue separated was originally only there to find someone. It was just a scattered soul, and its cultivation level was only restored after arriving in this world. It is currently only at the Nascent Soul stage.
In short, his divided soul is currently no match for Mo Linxian's divided soul!
His plan to alter the little bandit's memories had barely begun when it was already ruined!
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