Lin Tian's soul transmigrated into an apocalyptic world. While everyone else fought desperately to survive, he summoned Nascent Soul ancestors, peerless Martial Gods, demonic overlords, futuristic weapons, and mysterious pets from other realms.
The immortal figure hovered in midair, a faint white mist swirling around it. Slowly, it turned its “face.” Though its features were impossible to make out, Lin Tian could clearly feel a detached, ancient “gaze,” tinged with curiosity, fall upon him.
Silence lingered for several seconds, broken only by the mournful wind sweeping through the ruins.
Then a cool, ethereal voice, as if coming from beyond the heavens, slowly rang out, speaking directly into Lin Tian's heart rather than traveling through the air: “Young friend… are you the manifestation of my inner demon?”
“???”
The expression on Lin Tian's face froze. His relief and elation at surviving turned to utter bewilderment. An inner demon? What inner demon? I went to all that trouble to summon you, and nearly got eaten by wolves, and now you think I'm your inner demon?
He opened his mouth, his tongue almost tying itself in knots. After stammering for a while, he finally found his voice and hurriedly waved his hands in explanation. “S-Senior! You've got it wrong! I'm Lin Tian, and I'm no inner demon! I… I used a special method to summon you and ask for your help!”
As he spoke, he instinctively raised his left hand, which still glimmered faintly blue and felt strangely different, hoping to make it clear that he was the “summoner.”
The immortal figure silently “looked” at him, its gaze behind the white mist seemingly unmoved. It gave no response to Lin Tian's explanation or gesture.
