Striving for a Single, Fatal Strike

Although Su Fan did not know any of the high-level bigwigs from the super planes in the Chaoguang Star Domain, he had forgotten about one person.

That was the Evil Buddha imprisoned inside the oil-lamp treasure. Before joining the Buddhist sect, this fellow had been a major figure in the demonic path at the Integration Stage.

The kind of secret technique Su Fan was looking for—one that could conceal him from the calculations of high-level divination cultivators—might not be available to others, but Evil Buddha Wang De definitely had one.

He had been born a demonic cultivator. If he had not possessed some real ability, he would have been buried long ago instead of making it all the way to the Integration Stage.

For a demonic cultivator, the most important thing was not strength, and even less so opportunity. It was avoiding capture.

Demonic cultivators were rats crossing the street in the Cultivation World. Without some skill in hiding and concealing themselves, what use was having greater strength and better opportunities?

The moment their whereabouts were discovered, they would certainly be unable to escape the pursuit of both the Immortal and Demonic Paths.

Thinking of this, Su Fan took the oil lamp from his Storage Ring and placed it in front of him.

Su Fan waved lightly at the oil lamp, and Evil Buddha Wang De's remnant soul, barely an inch tall, immediately appeared on its base.

He was stunned for a moment. Then, upon seeing Su Fan, he began to cackle.

"Boy, you're truly heartless. You actually locked this Buddha up for so long..."

Seeing the fellow's thoroughly punchable expression, Su Fan really did not want to bother with him.

"Do you have a secret technique that can conceal heavenly secrets..."

At Su Fan's words, Evil Buddha Wang De