Mo Wen had not expected that the King's demonic soul would be vanquished by his declarative memory in such a way. It had turned into a substantial amount of nourishment for him.
With the nourishment of the Beast King's demonic soul, Mo Wen's spiritual power, while not at the level of the Beast King, was getting closer. Those below the Primordial Soul Realm would find it hard to attack his soul.
Mo Wen emerged from his declarative memory and his consciousness returned to the outside world. He regained his calmness inside the altar. The body of the Beast King was emanating a soft red glow.
Mo Wen's lips curled up in a smile and he walked boldly over to the Beast King's body. The Beast King's body still showed signs of life, but its soul was already dead. It did not have any consciousness at all. It was just a collection of flesh.
If he left it here to its own devices, the Beast King's body would slowly die and disappear.