Above Wang Yan's head, the three-inch Nascent Soul looked identical to Wang Yan's exterior.
Additionally, behind this Nascent Soul, two large Demon Patterns in blue and gold guarded the rear, one on the left and one on the right.
The shimmering blue-gold light made the Nascent Soul even more unattainable.
The Nascent Soul, something Li Si had sought for a millennium, surprisingly appeared before him.
Li Si always thought that among the Great Qin Empire, besides Ying Zheng, he was the first Demon Cultivator capable of forming a Nascent Soul.
For this dream, Li Si remained in seclusion year-round, refusing to abandon his retreat even when his junior disciples faced crises, merely striking Wang Yan with a spear from afar.
In his eyes, breaking through to Demon God status outweighed anything else.
Because beneath the Demon God, all are ants, and however arrogant Wang Yan might be, he was just a sturdier ant.
