"Dev… give up. This body was always meant to be mine."
"No! I want to live… I don't want to die!"
Dev's scream echoed endlessly inside his mind.
Within the boundless Sea of Consciousness, a pitch-black soul stood calmly, as if it already owned everything.
Its lips curled into a cruel smile as black flames ignited around it—slow, merciless, and agonizing.
Those flames didn't burn flesh.
They burned existence.
Dev felt it—his consciousness being erased bit by bit. The pain was beyond anything physical.
His grip over his body weakened, his senses fading, his will shattering.
Helpless.
Powerless.
"I don't want to die!" Dev cried out again.
But this time, the void answered with silence.
"There is no point resisting, boy," a cold voice echoed.
"Against this master, you are nothing more than dust. Surrender.Give me your body."
Yuan Li smiled.
An evil cultivator of the Great Master Realm, a being feared by countless souls. No one could save this body from him.
His lifespan was nearing its end.
He needed a new vessel.
And fate had delivered him one.
This boy possessed a rare innate constitution — the Golden Flame Body.
A body destined for greatness.
A body perfect for breaking through higher realms.
So Yuan Li chose him.
From the moment he entered this Sea of Consciousness, the outcome had already been decided.
Or so he believed.
Because now—
This body was supposed to be his.