"The essence of the Heavenly Person's Divine Soul..."
Jiang Ding looked at the scattered ghostly blue fragments in his Sea of Consciousness and couldn't help but feel a pang of fear.
Instinctively, he knew these things were incredibly beneficial to his Divine Soul, like a Gluttonous Beast seeing a feast after being starved for millennia, or an Evil Ghost seeing a beauty partially concealed. The intense greed emerged, as if the hope of his soul's evolution and a further grounding of his foundation was right in front of him.
Jiang Ding detested this uncontrollable instinct.
"Instinct is not always correct."
Jiang Ding murmured.
"If all instincts were correct, this cosmic starry sky should be filled with Xiantian bloodline creatures, having nothing to do with humans."
"The instinct when one is weak has many flaws..."
