That Demon Stone was like a communication device for the many Demon Gods from beyond the skies.
The speaking demon, through the stone, observed Pang Jian in every aspect, examining his flesh and physique, gauging his long and vigorous breath, and sensing his unique and formidable Soul Magnetic Field.
"Not bad, indeed not bad. The Devil Scale Tribe has a weak spirit, and the Human Race a weak body; neither is the best vessel for the Original Demon. This boy is the best choice; the Original Demon... is quite pleased with him."
The demon's satisfaction grew as it watched.
Using a Secret Skill unique to it and the Original Demon, it communicated in secret for a while, then continued to persuade:
"Pang Jian, you are more suited to becoming a True Demon than your Shifu, Pu Zhaotian. You possess a stronger physique, a stronger Spiritual Soul, and the rare Chaos Sea."
"Pang Jian, you have already grasped that sword, and now you cultivate the Demon Spell; you should become one of us."
