“I’m actually dead.” The puddle had a tough time accepting this. This divine intent had persisted for so long because he thought he was alive.1

“You were dead long ago, calling it a possession isn’t accurate.” The skull said: “A soul was created and fused with the devil art. You were you but not you. Your powerful willpower and dao heart prevented your soul and a sliver of true self from melting entirely, that’s why you woke up when he was experimenting.” 0

“Alas, you still failed in the end and the fusion finished. In a sense, a different...1