Chapter 164
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Then he nodded slightly and said, "The instability of spiritual power after the breakthrough is mostly caused by the state of mind. When you are in seclusion, you can recite the Meditation Mantra I taught you several times."
Shen Shu said, "Okay."
He turned around and walked out of the room with steady steps.
Seeing the door carefully closed by Shen Shu, Ye Yunlan picked up the teacup and took a sip. Suddenly, he thought of a question.
— He seemed to have forgotten to ask Shen Shu about the form of his Nascent Soul.
The form of a cultivator's Nascent Soul was the embodiment of the "Tao" pursued by cultivators. Many things could be seen from it. Moreover, only cultivators who cultivated the Way of Immortality could form Nascent Souls.
On the other hand, demonic cultivators focused more on themselves. They would not evolve Nascent Souls but forge their own Devil Souls. Therefore, the opposite realm between demonic cultivators and Tao cultivators was the Devil Soul Realm.
When the flying boat arrived at the destination, he would find a chance to ask Shen Shu.
He thought.
At the same time.
Shen Shu walked out of Ye Yunlan's room at a moderate pace. He turned around and opened the door of the next room with the token he just received.
As soon as he entered, he stretched out his five fingers and quickly set up a soundproof enchantment in the void. Then he closed the door and leaned his back against it.
At this moment, the other hand that was pinching his eyebrows was trembling. There were blue blood vessels around his temples, which looked a little ferocious.
However, his drooping eyes were still dark and deep, as if they were two abysses that could devour people.
He slowly slid to the floor of the room, bent one of his knees, and buried his face in his palm. His back trembled slightly.
"Call me …" His voice was hoarse.
The light in the room was not lit. In the silent darkness, only Shen Shu's low gasp could be heard. He said with difficulty, "Master … call me … Master …"
The Nascent Soul in the Heart Mansion opened its eyes.
A cold and familiar voice seemed to come from a distance.
"Shen Shu."
The trembling of Shen Shu's back slowly stopped.
After a long time, the look on his face returned to calmness.
He sat on the ground, looking up at the dim roof and beams. The Remnant Light Sword flashed beside his hand.
I'm back. He thought tiredly.
Ever since he had broken through to the Nascent Soul Stage, his mind had often fallen into chaos due to the memories of being the Demon Lord.
He had always been wary of the extra memories, deliberately separating them from himself, unwilling to be assimilated by them.
After all, he still didn't know where that portion of memories came from and what benefits it had.
On the other hand, the Demon Lord's memories were enormous and contained billions of memory fragments. He was afraid that his body would be affected, and just like the Demon Lord, he didn't want to remember too much and was used to forgetting.
He was afraid that he would forget his master.
However, this method seemed to cause the spirit in his body to be divided into two sides.
On the other hand, it was based on his original memories.
The other side was dominated by the memories of the Demon Lord.
When he was too immersed in the memories of the Demon Lord and didn't have time to extricate himself, the other side of "him" would appear.
"He" was evil, strange, and unpredictable. He was a complete devil.
Moreover, his ability to disguise himself was outstanding. In the past few days, other than himself, even his own master did not notice his changes from time to time.
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