At this point, the old monster cultivator had nothing left to hide, "Here's the deal, old... I had actually prepared two plans."
"In the best case, I would reach Core Formation, and... with that Ouyang brat's flesh and blood as the catalyst, forge my own lifebound evil sword. Then, I'd wait for another chance to form the Golden Core, no need to abandon this mortal body."
"If that plan failed... I'd heard something in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, namely a method to transform my Divine Sense into an Evil Spirit. Using that, if I were killed and my corpse destroyed, the remaining Divine Thought could enter the bone sword and become a Sword Demon, dwelling within the sword."
Mo Hua's gaze was razor sharp, "I'm guessing that's not all, right...?"
The old monster cultivator looked helpless, forced himself to continue:
