Chaotic images flashed through the Majin's mind like a carousel, with the eerie aurora, the collapsed pillars of the Babel Mountains, the lava gushing from the depths of the cracked earth, the twisted and deformed human faces, and the bloody remains of severed limbs...... The scenes are chaotic and intertwined, sometimes falling into darkness, and sometimes releasing a fiery bright light.

"Bang!" the back of the demon's head slammed into the foot of the bed, and in pain, he suddenly came to his senses: this body is too weak!

The sarcoma burrowed in and out of his body like a monstrous and terrifying mouse, the result of the inability of the weak body to adapt to the huge demonic thoughts. Although after tens of millions of years of erosion, he only had a little remnant-like thought left, muddy, dilapidated, and would be extinguished anytime and anywhere, and it was still far from what this demon-level body could bear.

He trembled and held on to the bed, barely discerning the images in his mind: they were the memories of him and the original owner! He forcibly took away this demon body, thinking that it would be reborn, but the original owner still had a little soul left in the body, which did not completely dissipate, like a thorn embedded in the flesh, and from time to time the pain would attack.

In his long experience of almost forgetting, he gave birth to a glimmer of enlightenment: either absorb the memories of the other party step by step and integrate them into the remnant soul in a relatively gentle way, and both sides will lose part of their memories in the run-in, but a new life will be formed, you have me, I have you, or find the remnant soul and devour it directly in the strongest way, using the original owner as food for evolution to feed itself.

A race as ancient as him, which can coexist with the birth and death of the universe, and is powerful and capable of being at the top of the living beings, has always chosen the second type.

Wait, what kind of race am I? Like...... He wasn't awake for long, and his whole body twitched violently. "Who am I, who am I?" he growled, grabbing two dark blue horns on his forehead, "creaking" them into a twisted arc. The experience of the original owner was turbulent, and wave after wave rushed in, gradually drowning his own memory. His consciousness became chaotic again, and suddenly the ground went blank again, giving rise to a dizzy jumping sensation.

Out of racial instinct, his demonic thoughts rushed out desperately to capture the last remnant of the soul hidden in his body and devour it completely.

"Click-" A creepy thin voice sounded, and the cobweb-like spatial cracks bloomed around it, constantly twisting and expanding, and one by one the red-faced and blue-skinned men leaned out of their bodies from within, their eyes turned viciously, and a series of chain sliding sounds sounded in the room, and the faint light of the starry fireflies splashed out, flickering and flickering.

"This is ......" He was shocked, and a strange scene flashed in his memory: the sky was falling apart, the world was reversed, and a strange existence in the shape of a child was suspended in mid-air. His head was condensed by the purest green qi in the world, and his heart was haunted by the most luxurious purple qi in the world, and countless points of flickering fluorescent light flowed all over his body......

It was a fluorescent light that shimmered like a chain! It was heaven and earth...... A premonition of danger of impending catastrophe surfaced his demonic thoughts, and if he chose to devour the remnant soul, he would surely be wiped out and die with no place to be buried!

Without hesitation, the demon thought jumped into the air, met the memories of the original owner, and took the initiative to merge with it.

The already broken demonic thoughts immediately melted like ice and snow, shattering one after another, and the remnants of the original owner's body couldn't help colliding, grinding, penetrating, regenerating, destroying each other, and regenerating each other...... The already vague memories of both sides are becoming more and more insignificant. He lay down with a sigh and closed his eyes, his distorted expression gradually regaining his composure.

Kui's eyes wandered around, staring at the demon for a while, and he didn't seem to notice anything unusual. The sliding of the chains grew softer and fainter, and they retreated deeper into the cracks, and the cracks closed with them, like a smooth satin that had smoothed out the folds.

After another moment, the bumpy sarcomas all over the demon body calmed down and disappeared one by one, and the demon's body became strong and full, and his skin was full of luster and exuded a vibrant aura.

"I'm—" The demon opened his eyes and jumped up, his ignorant eyes gradually becoming sharper, "From today onwards, my name is Jidu!"

Ji is the name of the original owner, and now it is also his name, he completely fused part of the souls of both sides, and at the same time lost part of the memories of both sides.

The intermittent past came to Ji Du's mind like a jump: from sinking to the leylines thousands of years ago, to a little demon who was abandoned by his mother at birth, and climbed to the position of deputy capital secretary of the Morishou General's Mansion in Dongshengzhou decades later, responsible for monitoring and cleaning the subordinates of the General's Mansion, and fighting against the Du Si Yingzhao......

"It turns out that heaven and earth have been reborn for so long, and the battlefield of the past is now called the Demon Hell Realm. Ji Du muttered to himself, he vaguely remembered that the clan invaded this heaven and earth on a large scale, wanting to hunt for the origin of heaven and earth, and then the world was shattered, and all memories were interrupted.

Ji Du turned his gaze, and in the hidden place in the corner of the wall, a mole smoke spirit like a light smoke quietly poked its head out and peeked into the room.

Even ants dare to play tricks in front of me! A grim smile oozed from the corner of Ji Du's mouth, and he suddenly attracted his own demonic thoughts. Although he was only a demon and had not yet formed a demonic sense with real attack power, the little experience left by the race was enough to make his control of spiritual power as perfect as fire, far surpassing that of the rest of the living beings.

A wisp of invisible spiritual silk thread extended outward, winding gracefully around the mole smoke spirit, the mole smoke spirit suddenly stagnated, his mind was hooked by the spiritual silk thread in an instant, and a strange smile slowly appeared on his face.

Ji Du's mind moved, and the weak spiritual world of Mole Smoke Spirit completely unfolded towards him, and he was arbitrarily inspected. After a moment, he snorted softly, and the owner of the ship actually knew that the ancient demons had infiltrated the black ship and were secretly investigating. But so what? He has the residual spiritual experience of a part of the race, how can he be seen by a mere indigenous demon cub? Not to mention that today he is no longer the demon of yesterday, but a deputy capital secretary with the illustrious background of the Morishou's mansion!

He drove the demonic thoughts, and the mole smoke spirit retreated silently, reduced to an obedient puppet. Ji Du's eyes flashed, and Sen Ran looked out of the cabin.

You must first complete the mission of this trip, find the secret agent Zhen Rahu who is hiding on the ship, and kill him. This is also the last last wish of this demon body, and when this wish is achieved, the fusion of the two remnant souls can be called flawless.

Ji Du's gaze seemed to pass through the bulkhead and landed on the door of Yin No. 9 diagonally opposite.

It was the cabin that Ying Zhao had booked for the real Rahu.

"Your Excellency Fuji is truly an unborn kendo master!"

In the No. 8 cabin, Zhi Hunti really sighed sincerely. The "invisible" that Fuji casts is invisible?? True swordsmanship" is unique, the formation of the condensing sword is extremely mysterious, getting rid of the dependence of sword cultivation on sword weapons, and it can be said to have created an unprecedented school of swordsmanship.