In the eyes of this heavily wounded, half-dead Nascent Soul Ancestor, the handsome, black-robed youth—brimming with vigorous life and blessed with a dragon-like Destiny—was indeed a much more ideal target for possession.
'If I just devour his Divine Soul Origin to replenish my own,' he thought, 'I can definitely recover some of my strength. Then, in one fell swoop, I can turn the tables and slaughter all the Ling Family Cultivators.'
'In the future, I just need to stay here and focus on my Cultivation in Seclusion. Not only could I revive the Sect, but my own Cultivation might even reach a new height.'
"Husband?!"
Not far away, Ling Zhiqing, Ling Yulu, and the other women turned pale. They wanted to rush over and help, but they were powerless.
The aura emanating from the figure was clearly that of a Nascent Soul True Monarch, a level of power far beyond their capabilities.
Meanwhile, deep within Ling Changqing's Sea of Consciousness, a completely different scene was unfolding.
