Wang Fugui wore a miserable expression. "My lord, when I cultivate, I can clearly feel that thing trying to swallow my soul and take over my body at every moment. If not for the protective spellcraft you taught me before, I probably wouldn't have survived until today."
Lin Shuguang withdrew his awareness from the Spatial Altar.
That wisp of the Evil God's will had just brought him a full hundred and sixty drops of golden dew.
It proved that his strategy was right.
The stronger Wang Fugui became, the stronger this Evil God would become.
In fact, the Ninth Prince, Gu Changhe, could also have taught Wang Fugui an evil cultivation method to accelerate the Evil God's growth, but he clearly had not done so.
In Lin Shuguang's view, that was because Gu Changhe regarded Wang Fugui as nothing more than a seed for the Evil God. He did not want Wang Fugui to become a cultivator rather than an ordinary man, lest he slip out of his control.
Mortals have fewer karmic ties. Gu Changhe doesn't want the Evil God he nurtures to threaten his Great Dao. That makes sense.
He looked at Wang Fugui. If this fellow had not met him back then, he would probably have become a hearty meal for the Evil God in another few years.
"My lord, is there any way to eradicate it?" Wang Fugui asked pleadingly.
He truly was terrified.
Who wouldn't be afraid upon learning that some demonic thing lived inside them?
The moment Lin Shuguang shook his head, Wang Fugui's heart sank.
Fortunately, Lin Shuguang spoke again. "At present, you have two options. The first is to cultivate on your own. The Evil God's will has merely fused within your body to form an origin. Once you become strong enough,