The beast within the God-devouring Saber ceased to resist, the little figure grasped the long saber in both hands, effortlessly weaving a fierce light in the air.
And then, the little figure tossed aside the long saber, circling around the quiet chamber once, before returning into Song Changming's body.
Song Changming slowly lifted his bowed head and opened his eyes once more.
"Divine stage reconstruction, divine soul remolding, spirit body departing, condensed into tangible form, wielding the sword, resonating with the heavens and earth..."
"This is the Witch God Soul!"
Song Changming's eyes shone brightly, full of vigor.
"Finally, it's accomplished!"
He couldn't imagine that relying on an annual reward, he could achieve the cultivation of the Witch God Soul in one fell swoop.
