"Possessed by the Inner Demon..."
"I didn't expect that, a century later, I would experience it once more,"
Jiang Ding whispered to himself.
This was merely a clue to Immortal Technique, not an actual fragment of one, yet it easily triggered his Internal Demon.
Obsession.
The longing for immortality, the worries over the Great Sun Nascent Soul Art—these were fears he had always concealed at the bottom of his heart, the unease during the still of the night.
Embarking on the path of the Taiqing Flying Sword, the tremendous rewards he had gained in turn made him incompatible with the majority of Xianmen cultivators. Without the Great Sun Nascent Soul Art, he might never step into the realm of the Nascent Soul, his path constrained.
"But, that is all it is."
