At this point, the old monster cultivator had nothing to hide, "It's like this, I... I had originally prepared two options."
"The best outcome would naturally be to form the Core, using... the flesh of that boy from the Ouyang Family as a guide, casting my life's Evil Sword, and then finding another opportunity to form the Golden Core, without having to discard this mortal body."
"If this plan fails... I discovered some methods in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons to convert Divine Sense into Evil Spirits. Using this method, after a gruesome death with no remains of the corpse, the remaining Divine Thought can enter the Sword Bone, transform into a Sword Demon, and inhabit the sword."
Mo Hua's gaze was sharp, "I'm afraid there's more to it than that..."
The old monster cultivator was helpless and had to bite the bullet and say:
