"You wouldn't think that what I can destroy is merely this soul body of yours, right? One mustn't be too naive. With my strength surpassing the Transformative Realm, why wouldn't I have more tricks up my sleeve?"
The hazy white mist slowly seeped out from between Gu Changsheng's palms, gradually turning blood-red, glaring and eerie...
"Perhaps you do not know that my soul once eternally fell, plunging into the Path of the Demon? Have you ever experienced the feeling of a soul eternally plunged into the abyss? Do you know the panic and fear of constantly climbing but never reaching the shore? Do you know the taste of being isolated from the world, eternally alone? The feeling of demon fall, shall I let you experience it?"
As she spoke, Gu Changsheng's eyes became somewhat hollow, and then, the aura between her palms grew increasingly bizarre...
The rich blood-red looked like a bottomless vortex devouring everything...
