Even the aura has no difference.
"You became the master of the Donghuang Bell, so what's strange about it taking your appearance?"
Xuan spoke slowly.
"Then why didn't it happen when Xiao Jue refined it?"
Chen Xuan retorted, "And you, haven't you always had the appearance of a small tower!"
"I'm used to it."
The Profound Yellow Tower replied.
"Because Xiao Jue didn't completely refine it, or rather, he didn't get the true recognition of the Donghuang Bell!"
The miniature 'Chen Xuan' started to explain.
"Doesn't he have the bloodline of the Demon Race? Of the Demon Emperor?"
"Very diluted, almost none, plus, the Donghuang Bell actually has another person's imprint."
Another person's imprint?
Chen Xuan was taken aback, but the next moment his eyes became clear.
"So that's how it is!"
He realized that after extinguishing that remnant soul of Xiao Jue, there was still an invisible force, which should be that imprint.
"Southern Emperor!"
