Chapter Sixteen: The Battle of Divine Souls

  In Zhou Liang's heart, at this moment, complex thoughts filled his mind. In his past life, he was forever lost due to the demonic heart of Dao Xin, but in this life, the demon was gone and the Dao prospered. He would definitely laugh last. His powerful divine consciousness charged forward, meeting the overwhelming black aura that came from all directions. His divine consciousness condensed into a single entity, emitting a faint blue glow that directly illuminated the vast blackness. The fusion of black and blue created a beautiful painting, with light and color changing within the cave.

  If Zhou Futong were here, he would definitely stop this change in light color. This aura is not something that can be achieved by ordinary spiritual awareness. Unfortunately, he is too confident and cares too much about his own life, hiding in a sealed cave hundreds of feet below, which is enough to protect him, but he cannot see the changes outside.

  The demonic energy in the body, with the help of a small amount of demonic energy, creates an intersection between souls, and the power of divine consciousness plays an extremely important role. It's not a direct impact of divine consciousness, but rather a mysterious and abnormal heavenly rule. Zhou Liang's divine consciousness intensity is far higher than Zhou Fugui's, and he can't help but be drawn into his surroundings.

  The scenery in front of Zhou Liang changed, the dreamlike cave disappeared, replaced by endless abyss, boundless demonic energy, and dots of demonic fire gathering into a sea, burning towards him. This was Zhou Fu Tong, using the secret method of Wuji Magic to open up the Demonic Sea, with the help of the sect's ancient books constructing the Demonic Sea, it could be said that it was vividly realistic, quietly nurturing endless danger, once one sank into the Demonic Sea or was connected by demonic fire, what awaited him was direct downfall.

  In his past life, he lost himself due to the burning of such demonic fire and was reduced to ashes, with almost no room for resistance. Now, Zhou Liang relies on his powerful divine consciousness to firmly guard his heart, with his heart in the middle and his spirit outside, interacting with each other, consolidating his foundation and cultivating his origin. The substantial demonic fire instantly turned into a faint illusion, leaving no trace.

  In the secret room, Zhou Futong saw that his first move was ineffective and thought it was just Zhou Liang's eight-part foundation. He didn't think that Zhou Liang was an ancient well without ripples. Before Zhou Liang, he had never successfully cultivated a demonic heart. This was the first time, and another eight-part foundation genius slightly stimulated him, not only did he not stop, but instead provoked his greed. In the secret cave, in the array diagram, his hair scattered down, his feet constantly stepping out of the formation, like a ghostly figure suddenly spitting out a mouthful of blood. The lanterns around him spontaneously ignited without wind, and at the top of his head, a faint shadow emerged from the sky, flashed, and disappeared.

  Lying on the ground, Zhou Liang's calm and serene self was suddenly startled by a faint shadow shrouded in darkness. He slightly hesitated before speaking in a light tone: "Heavenly wrongdoings can be forgiven, but self-inflicted wrongdoings cannot be tolerated!"

  His hands clasped together on his head, his consciousness suddenly converged, and the scene in his eyes changed again. Zhou Futong's figure appeared in the boundless demonic sea, surrounded by a golden glow that seemed to envelop and extend like a network of 56 libraries in the nine heavens. At this time, Zhou Futong didn't even have the slightest ability to resist, being wrapped up in chains, unable to move or struggle free.

  Zhou Liang shook his head, thinking that the battle would be fierce at least, killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred of their own. His divine consciousness was only one level higher than the opponent's, and even with the help of magic, the difference was not great. He also had to consider the opponent's counterattack, lest he be defeated, and even if there was a thread of divine soul that escaped, Zhou Futong was after all a cultivator who had opened his heavenly gate, and could destroy him with just one finger.

  Now, due to the connection of divine souls, he has recovered some of his previous life's abilities, becoming a tiger-headed snake-tailed creature. In his past life, no matter what, he was in the shaping stage, far surpassing Zhou Futong's current realm. He also condensed the endless lock chain of the Netherworld's artifact, and with these two added together, Zhou Futong can finally stir up some ripples, which is considered to be a real encounter with a ghost.

  Looking at Zhou Futong struggling in vain within the endless chain, Zhou Liang slowly walked to his front and smiled slightly: "Father, what else do you have to say now!"

  "You, I won't let you go!" A thread of crimson appeared on Zhou Futong's face, starting from the center of his eyebrows and extending upwards.

  Watching his futile struggles, Zhou Liang shook his head and said, "Father, if you want to escape with your life, it's up to me whether I give you that chance!"

  Zhou Futong didn't believe in evil urging, the demon attack reached his head, but hadn't been released yet. On the chain, several corresponding runes flashed, a set of spells was triggered, and the power he had just condensed was immediately shattered. The chain instead bound him even more tightly, and under the flashing light, he couldn't use even a single thread of power.

  Zhou Futong's face was twisted in a fierce scowl as he almost hysterically shouted: "You, what exactly do you want to do?!"

  Zhou Liang slowly walked towards Zhou Fu Tong, like a drifting recluse, and leaned into his ear, saying softly: "I'll do what Father wants me to do!"

  The voice was soft and gentle, the tone harmonious, but it sent shivers down Zhou Futong's spine as if he had heard the most terrifying and frightening words, his face turning a deep purple.