Be the Hardest Working Demon Cultivator!
Tan Shuchang had always considered himself born into a scholarly family and had also been a young star atop the honor roll, a true parasite of the upper class. He should have been holding significant local authority, receiving endless gifts, spending boundless money, enjoying innumerable years, and marrying countless concubines. How had he ended up becoming a demonic cultivator? After pondering for a long time and still not understanding, he slowly emerged from the pool of blood, deciding to think it over gradually…
159, have you ever seen the blood at your heart... in the sea?
Long Zhangyuan died very abruptly, his soul was brushed by the wind and was about to head for the Land of Yin and Darkness, but an invisible celestial force instantly shattered his soul.
His soul flew apart and scattered.
The speed was so fast, not even the summoning force of the Land of Yin and Darkness could react in time.
At this time, Tan Shuchang sensed something, given his five hundred years of cultivation. Even though he was still at the initial stage of enlightenment, he had already touched the fringes of the Dao.
However, he couldn't sense the details, only aware that an invisible celestial force had appeared near Long Zhangyuan's soul.
Therefore, Tan Shuchang, who had had the inexplicable past experience of Long Zhangyuan narrowly escaping death, sighed to himself, thinking that Long Zhangyuan was still as difficult to kill as ever.
Even at this point, there was a celestial force protecting his soul. The treatment of the Son of the Heavenly Mandate was truly enviable.