The Devouring Demon drifted into Yu Xuan's sea of consciousness — weakened, frayed, and barely intact.
Even entering this place had taken all he had. The resistance was immense. If not for the characteristics of his immortal soul, he would've been torn apart before even crossing the threshold.
"What kind of monster is this boy?" he muttered under his breath, looking around warily.
His original plan, to hijack the youth's talents and absorb his foundation — was now dust. But perhaps… he could still use the boy's body as a temporary vessel until he found a better one. Though he wasn't optimistic.
A portion of his soul had already been dragged back to the Underworld upon death of his spirit. What remained now was a shadow, a sliver, weakened and unstable.
But the moment he looked around, he paused.
This was not a normal sea of consciousness.
