The Ghost King suppressed beneath The Great River District was immensely powerful after centuries of suppression!
Instinctive survival desires allowed those remaining conscious thoughts to start battling with Miao Wen for dominance over the body.
Even the residual consciousness was something Miao Wen couldn't stop.
"What a pity, if only I could continue my arduous cultivation of the Path of Sword, achieving a state of Sword Heart Bright in the Foundation Establishment Stage, this mere consciousness of the Ghost King would be nothing to me."
"I regret my past choices..."
Amidst his murmurs, tears of turbidity trickled down from the tightly shut corners of Miao Wen's eyes.
A black halo enveloped his Divine Soul.
"Mirror Flower, Water Moon, break!"
Crack...
The Water Mirror shattered, and the flower and moon ceased to exist.
The old man slowly opened his eyes, his expression complex as he looked at his own hands.
