The Underworld in Chaos

Chen Xuan fled back to Penglai in a sorry state.

That wisp of Luo Hou's remnant soul, which Zhang Hao had gravely wounded, was devouring the island heart's earth veins to heal itself. Seeing Chen Xuan return empty-handed, the Demonic Qi around it churned. "Where is he?"

"Chang'an is full of transmigrators!" lingering terror still showed on Chen Xuan's face. "At least a dozen Daluo Golden Immortals! I couldn't take it..."

Luo Hou's remnant soul fell silent for a moment, and even the demonic flames dimmed somewhat.

"Fine," Luo Hou soon reorganized his plan. "Since we cannot storm them head-on, we will corrode them from within. Those mountain and wilderness demon kings along the westward journey can all be used by me."

Chen Xuan understood. "Fellow Daoist means..."

"Pass them demonic Dao mental arts and lure them into demonhood." Luo Hou smiled sinisterly. "When that scripture-seeker comes again, what he faces will no longer be scattered soldiers and wandering braves, but the ranks of a demonic army!"

Luo Hou's remnant soul split off several wisps of pitch-black demonic intent. "This is the He-Transformation Freedom Demon-Seeding Technique. It can be used for swift success, and is best suited to those who are full of ambition yet have little foundation."

"Take this Demonic Seed and spread it in secret. When you meet those with affinity, grant it to them."

Chen Xuan accepted the Demonic Seed and felt only a sheet of icy cold in his palm.

The twisted Dao rhythm contained within it made even him feel a faint palpitation.

"Right," Luo Hou suddenly said again. "The original owners of this island, those eight juniors called the Eight Immortals—where are they now?"

"They are gathered in the east of the island, discussing the Dao," Chen Xuan said. "Fellow Daoist means to..."

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