Ji Jiufang has no kindness.

He never thought of benefiting a fish, but he never thought that the fish thought that he had received his favor and was loyal to him until death.

Even after he was sealed, this stupid fish exhausted his cultivation, forcibly retained a little bit of his mana from the spiritual power of the yin and evil that was diffused from heaven and earth, and then gradually recovered his prototype due to the exhaustion of his own spiritual power, and was finally trapped here.

Because of the loss of spiritual power, the reckless widow who had already enlightened his mind lost most of his senses, and as he grew older, many people and things he forgot about them.

But Ji Jiufang's spiritual power breath, it remembers.

The people who trapped it here, it also sensed it.

It wasn't even until the man on the shore showed up today what he was going to do.

But the reckless widow does not regret it.

In the vicissitudes of life, the reckless widow is afraid that he has forgotten the most important thing, so he reminds himself all the time: even if it is a million years, it has to wait for that person to come back and return the spiritual power it has retained to him.

And what Ji Jiufang has to do now is-

Take that bit of mana back.

The price is the life of a reckless widow.

Ji Jiufang smiled faintly, flew forward, vacated without any reason, stood above the head of the reckless wilderness, said "hard work", and then began to cast a spell, introducing the spiritual power in the reckless widow's body into his own primordial spirit little by little.

He has now briefly regained his memory.

What needs to be done is to consolidate the memory.

The dark spiritual power of the Demon Venerable Realm that Fang had just used did not come from his dantian qi sea, but from the primordial god.

It's ridiculous to say, he just recovered his memory and released part of the Yuan Shen, the dantian was controlled by the physical body, and it was still a small infant realm, which couldn't carry his profound spiritual cultivation at all.

That's the power he was born with.

Even if it is only one in 10,000, it will make the dantian of the baby explode and damage the body.

What's more, the reckless widows desperately left behind are by no means more than one in 10,000.

The thick spiritual power was so black that it devoured all things, extremely cold, but like a black light visible to the naked eye, it slowly gathered on the top of Ji Jiufang's head and slowly injected it from the direction of the top heart.

As Ji Jiufang's spiritual power entered his body, the reckless widow's body became smaller and smaller.

Only three zhang long remained.

It was originally the most ordinary fish, but it was slightly heavier, only three catties at first.

At this rate, in a few breaths, it will disappear completely.

Now everything will be gone.

Born as a fish, there shouldn't be tears, but even if the cultivation is exhausted, the reckless widow has finally opened his mind and become a high-level demon beast. Realizing that death was coming, realizing that he had finally waited for the person he was waiting for, and doing what he wanted to do, tears gradually oozed from the eyes of the reckless widow.

A teardrop dropped.

Ji Jiufang's hand that attracted spiritual power shook unconsciously.

The breath in the Yuan Shen was in chaos, and the spiritual power was running around in the Yuan Shen that had not been fully released, which made Ji Jiufang have a splitting headache. He frowned, trying to stabilize the scurrying spiritual power.

As soon as his hand was removed from the top of the widow's head, he was able to suppress the worst of the headaches, when he suddenly heard the sound of the harp.

The sound is familiar.

It's just that the memories that have not been fully recovered, and the original god that has just been injured, makes Ji Jiufang can't remember where he heard it for a while—it seems like a long, long time ago.

Another headache.

Ji Jiufang was so uncomfortable that he closed his eyes and tilted his head to the side.

The sound of the piano became clearer and clearer.

A figure and a name suddenly appeared in Ji Jiufang's mind.

"Strange?!"

He asked.

It's unbelievable.

"The Demon Lord still remembers."