The bead light spread across the sky. Every soul floated before Mo Fan, and the person finally appeared. Even though he had never seen that person in real life, his face clearly appeared in his mind.
That person was the Cold Hunting King! He represented the Rightful Soul of the world!
The Seven Souls vanished. Mo Fan's body overlapped with the Cold Hunting King's wisp of red soul.
Under the intertwining of the bead light and the evil moon, Mo Fan's face and body changed into that of a different person.
His shoulders widened, and his face became squarer. The red soul stood before Lingling. She looked at Mo Fan. She also saw the red Rightful Soul that had overlapped with Mo Fan.
"Lingling." It was Mo Fan's voice, but it was also the voice of someone else, one with a more regal cadence.
Lingling felt as if she had been electrocuted. She had waited for that voice to call her name for many years.