After the flashing image appeared on his mind, soon came the disappearance of the illusory tree as Fell stopped his connection with the demonic sapling growing inside his soul palace.
He stood there, motionless, in the middle of the vast sandy arena, and continued looking at the void as he savored the aftertaste of what he had just seen.
"I already fought here…", he muttered slowly. He couldn't be wrong when it came to identifying his own face and blood essence signature. A face could mature, and change with the passing of time, but blood essence would always keep the same origin. Even if one's strength rose, and broke through the barrier of cultivation, the source of one's cultivation wouldn't change unless a drastic event happened.
Fell might have faced a drastic event, but the demonic bestowal he had acquired had changed the fabric of his soul, it only strengthened his blood essence, leaving its exact origin and quintessence unchanged.
