Merging with Demon Spirits

Wang Mian’s eyes, filled with confusion, scanned the layout of the room.

The room in front of him was neither too big nor too small, with little furniture, giving a sense of emptiness. It was a bare stone and earth room with no decoration and nothing worth noting.

Aside from him, there were no other life forms in the room.

”Where is this place?”

Wang Mian wondered to himself.

Suddenly arriving in an unfamiliar environment, he felt more curiosity than anxiety or uneasiness.

He had grown accustomed to such occurrences.

When the White Clothes personality took over his body, his consciousness would enter a dormant state, unable to perceive the outside world, even if faced with life-threatening danger.

He could only estimate roughly how long he had slept based on his mental state.

If he was correct, he should have been asleep for a day, no more than two.

Previously, in his efforts to solve the issue with the White Clothes personality, he went to the Pure Land and forcibly stayed awake for nearly a month. After waking up this time, his mental state was noticeably improved.

The occasional sharp pain in his head had not reoccurred.

Even so, he felt he could still sleep for another day and night.

More surprising to Wang Mian than his whereabouts was why the White Clothes was being so compliant, allowing him to wake up so soon?

White Clothes likely already guessed his intention to go to the Pure Land to find Lin Feng.

It was even possible that he had talked with Lin Feng and a battle had ensued.

Even so, White Clothes remained this obedient?

This was unlike him.

Just as Wang Mian was still pondering, his body shuddered violently, suddenly turning his head to look toward the door.

His consciousness had just returned, his mind still a bit foggy, reacting a bit slowly. Now, however, he felt the presence of extremely powerful auras.

Auras exclusive to Emperors.

Seven or eight people, maybe even over ten.

Over ten Emperors?

Within a hundred-meter radius, there were over ten Emperors?

”Am I in the Pure Land?”

”No, those aren’t the auras of the Celestial Kings! They all feel unfamiliar.”

”I haven’t left the Divine Martial Continent? It seems I haven’t successfully escaped! I might be imprisoned by the Abnormal People, apart from the Five Great Forces of the Abnormal People, I can’t think of any place with so many Emperors gathered!”

Wang Mian speculated, furrowing his eyebrows, with a bad feeling in his heart.

He seemed to be imprisoned, losing his freedom.

”No hint?”

Wang Mian approached the worn-out wooden table, hoping to find some letters or similar items.

Following their usual habit, he and White Clothes would leave letters, similar to life diaries, before entering a dormant state.

They would inform each other about recent events, people they had encountered, and things needing attention.

Even though they both wished to erase each other’s consciousness, to avoid exposing the secret of the Yin Yang Puppet, this habit continued.

Unfortunately, there were no letters on the table and no drawers.

Wang Mian slowly walked toward the door, extending his right hand to open it, but his hand stopped in mid-air, hesitating for a while, ultimately choosing to give up.

With over ten Emperors outside, unfamiliar with the surroundings, if someone were to ask him a question, he’d surely be clueless, going out recklessly might even lead to conflict.

He wasn’t sure if White Clothes had made enemies with the Emperors outside while occupying his body?

Were there any enemies?

Among those Emperors, a few had auras that felt suppressive to him.

Emperors surrounding him, White Clothes had not left any hint, this situation was far from normal.

If he died, so would White Clothes.

Why would White Clothes do this?

Very quickly, Wang Mian guessed White Clothes’ motive.

If he was correct, White Clothes intended to make him suspicious and apprehensive, preventing him from daring to step out of the room.

The ultimate goal was to make him voluntarily enter a dormant state.

But if that was the case, why did White Clothes deliberately fall asleep?

The White Clothes personality currently held the advantage, occupying more than 14 hours in a day.

Even without using Secret Techniques, White Clothes could endure staying awake for over a week.

Wang Mian couldn’t figure out the key to this.

Standing in place for a long time, Wang Mian shook his head, unable to understand and not lingering on the issue further.

Though he wished not to comply with White Clothes’ wishes, he rationally chose to enter into a dormant state.

Under these circumstances, it was the best choice.

The one black and one purple eyes flickered, when the black eyes became dim, the purple eyes emitted a glow, the consciousness of White Clothes began to return.

As White Clothes’ consciousness returned, the purple unicorn mark, previously vanished on his pale forehead, started to reappear.

The feeling of being soul-bound and restrained emerged once again.

”Hehe.”

White Clothes touched the mark on his forehead, the faint sensation of it appearing caused him to chuckle softly.

Everything had unfolded as he expected.

He was well acquainted with Wang Mian’s personality and way of acting.

Furthermore, the mark on the forehead was indeed effective only for himself.

As long as Wang Mian’s consciousness returned, the mark would disappear, and the master-slave contract would become invalid.

White Clothes looked toward the door, closed tightly.

There was no sound from outside.

”While I was asleep, no one entered the room, meaning the Dragon King did not notice any anomalies, also, the contract is still within me, though temporarily invalid.”

White Clothes analyzed secretly in his mind.

The hopeless deadlock began to show signs of life.

If handled well, it might turn disaster into blessing.

According to what the Dragon King said, he would provide cultivation resources for him to break through to the Extraordinary Realm in a short time.

By then, he would be a Dual Emperor Powerhouse.

He could then seek out that Demon Spirit!

But how long did the Dragon King mean by short time?

White Clothes had great confidence in his talent, yet at his current cultivation speed, it would still take nearly ten years to step into the Extraordinary Realm.

If it were someone else, even a Celestial King from the Pure Land, claiming they could help him reach the Extraordinary Realm quickly, he would treat it as a joke.

If the Emperor Realm could be entered so easily, it would no longer be the Emperor Realm.

The total number of Emperors on Earth was only a little over a hundred.

But the speaker was the invincible Dragon King, the Hall Master of the Dragon King Hall, so there was no need to doubt.

Everything was progressing as he anticipated.

The process was smooth.

The only concern was whether, when his consciousness completely occupied Wang Mian’s body, the master-slave contract would still be effective?

If it remained effective, he would need to find another way to break the contract.

”Damn Lin Feng!”

White Clothes’ eyes turned cold, gnashing his teeth as he spoke.

If it weren’t for Lin Feng, he would have smoothly left Wuyun City, wouldn’t have been captured alive, nor fallen into this situation.

If the Yin Yang Puppet weren’t unique enough, under the master-slave contract, he would truly become a slave to the Dragon King.

His life and death would be at the other’s whim.

Now he not only had to deal with Wang Mian but also resolve this master-slave contract.

Suppressing the intent to kill in his heart, White Clothes regained composure and soon opened the door, stepping into the courtyard.

As a newcomer, he intended to talk with neighbors who shared his plight to gather some intelligence.