The alternation of reality and illusion of the blood-red coffin floated uncertainly above the sea of consciousness, as if it was breathing.
In between breaths...
Soul force.
Taboo power.
Power of the primordial fetus.
Golden bloodline.
The first blood of Rakshasa.
Corrupt bloodline.
Corrupted body.
Seven-realm Dao fruit.
...
As long as it was the power Xie Tian possessed, it all turned into wisps of smoke, and was absorbed into the blood-red coffin.
The force of this devouring was enough to make him awaken instantly.
What is this thing?
Why does it devour all my power?
How did it appear in my sea of consciousness?
Was it what destroyed the Evil Moon and my god-soul?
...
An endless number of horrifying thoughts.
Yet Xie Tian had no time to contemplate any of them, his newly formed god-soul floated to the sea of consciousness, its dim golden eyes fixated on the blood-red coffin.
He finally saw it.
The coffin, not yet closed.
