The demonic transformation this time betrayed unreason at every turn.
First came Chan Master Kuzhu giving birth to a demon from a corpse, and then the days of the demonic transformation shortened. Now the demonic transformation had vanished, leaving only the Golden Body Buddha still holding court in the city, topped by a gigantic mushroom cap.
The Green-robed Musician gazed at that Golden Body Buddha, a look of wary dread crossing his face.
Even he would not dare easily provoke a mature demon.
The demon seed took root and sprouted, consuming all nourishment.
The demon was already formed.
Inside the city, the gazes of one rogue cultivator after another also fell upon this Golden Body Buddha, burning with eager intensity.
To them, a mature demon was also a rare novelty, well worth collecting and studying.
Yet no one struck first.
To strike at this moment was to risk becoming a target for everyone, drawing a collective assault from all sides.
Rogue cultivators had no leaders and no chiefs; they were merely a gathering of individuals who shared the same philosophy. Good and evil, right and wrong mattered little, nor did rules matter—they acted on whim and followed their impulses. Because of this, battles among rogue cultivators were a frequent occurrence.
In fact, infighting and bloodshed among rogue cultivators happened all the time!
Right now, no one wanted to be the one person besieged by all.
Especially when it meant facing both a demon and the combined assault of numerous rogue cultivators.
The giant mushroom wheels scattered across the ground had completely rotted away, turning into black water.
Countless human skulls were piled together like a small mountain, still oozing black water from their eye sockets, nostrils, and mouths.
At that very moment, black water unexpectedly began to flow from the