Within his Sea of Consciousness, a faint, restless stirring began to emerge.
Sensing it carefully, he could even detect an ineffable chaos and evil within that restlessness. Though it was only just budding, it carried a tyrannical urge to usurp its master.
"Hmph!"
Chu Mu's expression turned cold. With a snort, a sliver of sharp, fierce intent descended upon his Sea of Consciousness.
In the ethereal plane, it was as if a terrified roar sounded out. Within the blood cocoon, the motionless Corpse Puppet seemed to tremble slightly. Immediately after, a fawning sensation flooded Chu Mu's mind.
Chu Mu's eyes narrowed, threads of his sharp intent locking onto the blood cocoon.
This Corpse Puppet was certainly worthy of being called an evil creature.
It hadn't even fully formed, yet it already had the instinct to devour its master!
But as the saying goes, while the devil grows a foot, the Dao grows ten. Naturally, he had not left himself unprepared.
