The Curtain Falls, Each Returns

Lu Yunxiao was naturally not a pedantic person. He had considered the Heavenly Demon Puppet many times already.

With this thing, not only would he gain another means of protection, but he would not have to block heavenly lightning himself either. Why not?

Moreover, the Heavenly Demon Puppet could use the power of heavenly lightning to grow stronger on its own.

That point alone was enough to tempt Lu Yunxiao.

Beside him, Wu Hao took the bamboo scroll and examined it. His gaze likewise sharpened, though his expression did not change much.

Among their group, if one had to name the most bloodthirsty person, the one with the strongest killing intent, it would undoubtedly be Wu Hao.

Refining human bodies into puppets—even after seeing it, he probably would not feel much of a stir.

"It is a profound method."

Wu Hao handed the bamboo scroll to Hu Jia and gave his assessment.

Though this thing appeared bloody, it was not necessarily evil.

In the end, it depended on what the person wielding it chose to do.

If one slaughtered people indiscriminately, enslaved souls, and used them to refine puppets, then it was naturally the work of the demonic path, steeped in grievous sin.

But if one merely used the bodies and souls of one's enemies to refine puppets, then it was nothing much.

Whether power or Dou Skills, neither truly possessed an inherent distinction between good and evil.

"Though this Heavenly Demon Puppet looks bloody, it will be quite useful to me."

"By the way, Grand Elder, Old Ghost of the Earth Demon's body has not been buried, has it?"

Lu Yunxiao looked at Su Qian and asked.

"No. They have all been gathered on the battlefield. You can take them away whenever you wish."

Su Qian had naturally seen