Tu Ming's Three Lifetimes of Cultivation had brought his attainment in the Netherworld Scripture to a level that could almost be called the first in the Through Nether Demonic Sect from ancient times to the present. He even had the confidence that when he recovered to Spirit Transformation Perfection, he could use it to step into the realm of Void Training.
But that confidence was completely shattered today.
Facing the overwhelming radiance of the Clear Sky Mirror Light, the Netherworld Scripture he had been so proud of did not even have the strength to resist. His Primordial Spirit Incarnation, cultivated to the peak of perfection, was easily broken, and the instant all sorts of divine abilities had just been unleashed and burst from his body, they were likewise reduced to nothing.
That feeling of helplessness, as though a lifetime of bitter cultivation could not match a single wisp of radiance, made Tu Ming begin to doubt his own path.
Was the demonic path truly so useless?
Fortunately, once the Black Fly Demon Incarnation emerged, it easily ate the Clear Sky Mirror radiance that had been about to press right up before him. Only then did Tu Ming rebuild his Dao heart.
It was not that the demonic path was useless. It was that the Netherworld Scripture was no good.
After all, though the Eighteen Demonic Sects had resounding reputations, the highest level many of them had produced was merely Spirit Transformation Cultivators. Those with records of Void Training could be counted on one's fingers.
The Black Fly Demon God, however, was different.
It was one of the earliest living beings in this world. Not only was it an Innate True Spirit, it was also a totem worshiped by many demonic cultivators of the Sky River Realm.
What the Netherworld Scripture