The Man's Decree

“He eats the hearts of children? Could that old man be a transformed demon beast or a Demonic Cultivator?” Quinley asked in shock upon hearing that. After all, such an act was too appalling. No human cultivator would ever do something like that.

Zordey shook his head. “I’m not sure. No one knows if that guy belongs to the demon race.. His aura is very peculiar.”

“Peculiar?” Jared was taken aback. He couldn’t understand how someone’s aura could be strange. Zordey explained, “This Montane Daemon has an ever-changing aura. What you sense from him today will be entirely different tomorrow.”

Upon hearing that, Jared couldn’t help but frown. Seriously? Something like this can actually happen?

Every individual possessed a unique aura. When encountering someone familiar, even if the other party’s face was covered with a veil, their identity could be discerned by checking their aura as long as they didn’t deliberately hide or alter it.

However, it would be impossible to distinguish someone by their aura if they could change it at will.

Could this guy be like me, possessing auras of three different races in his body? While Jared pondered, Montane Daemon had already landed atop a divine turtle.

Montane Daemon sat cross- legged on the

in an attempt to dislodge Montane Daemon from its shell. Still, Montane

hour. Gradually, it started to slow down, yet it still failed to shake Montane Daemon off its back. Despite its fatigue, the divine turtle showed not signs of yielding and continued

Daemon. The white glow was gentle,

about. After all, he was a ferocious- looking man, yet he was capable of emitting that pure

witnessing that. This Montane Daemon’s

quieted down and stopped squirming. Eventually, it roared and raised

managed

is he? That pure

“Amazing! He’s incredible!”