Lu Ling was taken away by him.

I don't know where he sent her.

As for me, he locked me up.

He didn't kill me, nor did he mistreat me in the slightest.

I was provided with delicious food and drink every day, and miraculous elixirs were piled on me.

There were also various cultivation techniques, if one didn't work, he would switch to another, but cultivation couldn't be stopped.

In short, at this moment, he was like a true master.

If you didn't know, you would think that I was indeed his beloved disciple, the successor he had devoted all his efforts to nurture.

In addition, he specially assigned two disciples to take care of me.

Of course, besides taking care, they also monitored me.

They treated me with utmost respect, but they never answered any of my questions.

If I smashed the meals, they would bring new ones.

If I tore up the cultivation techniques, they would bring pre-prepared copies.

They wouldn't get angry, they wouldn't clash with me, always polite and courteous.

But they wouldn't answer me, where is Lu Ling, what does the old Daoist want to do?

Meanwhile, I could see—the worm inside me was getting bigger and bigger.

Its tentacles hooked onto every inch of my nerves.

Our minds were connected.

I knew, it despised me.

It despised my weakness, despised this body.

As I cultivated, as I grew, the fusion between me and it became tighter and tighter.

I tried to provide it with a better dwelling.

And it was also remolding me from the inside out.

I became younger, became stronger.

I could control water and fire, and wings grew on my back.

I saw it, I saw... my increasingly powerful self.