Seeing this Three-Legged Crow.
At that moment, Wang Ba seemed to vaguely realize something.
"Master!"
Wang Qingyang's anxious voice instantly shattered his meditation.
Wang Ba snapped out of it, looking at Song Dongyang, whose eyes had completely turned blood-red and whose demeanor seemed entirely consumed by demonic madness.
He shook his head slightly:
"The Star Vase poured the essence of starwater accumulated over a thousand years into his body all in one breath, refining his mortal flesh and building a starry body. It was a kind act, but it neglected the fact that he, someone who had never touched the Dao of Cultivation, suddenly achieved Foundation Establishment. How could he possibly control such power?"
As if hearing Wang Ba's words, a bottle suddenly flew out from the center of Song Dongyang's brows. From within the bottle manifested the illusory figure of a girl child, babbling indistinctly before her expression became remorseful.
