For Gan Mingfeng and Lu Hou'er, talents akin to secret arts like these were indeed extraordinary.
But to Meng Zhao, they were of little use. So-called demonic berserk breakthroughs were even more absurd, and naturally not worth coveting.
Given his attainments in martial arts and his cultivation realm, how could so-called demonic possession compare?
The line between divine transcendence and demonic possession lay in but a single thought. He himself cultivated the supreme demonic path, so how could he not understand its secrets?
Instead, he turned his gaze to the 3,800 Demonic Scripts inscribed on the rear of the Emperor Stele. This was another goal he had gained after obtaining the Five Directions Banner Divine Skill.
Was this truly the demonic cultivation art practiced by Xingtian? If he integrated it into the Myriad Heavens Imperial Dragon Ziwei Emperor Scripture, what benefits and transformations would it bring?
The three followed the mountain path around the slope, making a wide circuit before arriving at the back of the Emperor Stele. There, they indeed saw densely packed, twisted characters that at first glance resembled the scribblings of ghosts.
In truth, the writing upon it differed greatly from modern script. None of the three could understand what the cultivation method said, just as someone who had never learned English would naturally be utterly baffled upon seeing it.
Even with the faint remnants of Demonic Nature within them, Gan Mingfeng and Lu Hou'er found it difficult to comprehend the martial dao expounded above.
Meng Zhao, however, used intent to sense intent. Purple-black divine light burst forth between his eyes, piercing through appearances to see the essence. He had faintly grasped the principles contained within these 3,800 Demonic Scripts.
The 3,800 Demonic Scripts were not some so-called inheritance of a supreme demonic art at all. They