His muscles were sharply defined, as if sculpted.
A simple monk's robe hung loosely over his body.
Golden light radiated from him.
What puzzled Ye Chen most was the statue's head. It was supposed to be a Buddha statue, so why did it have the head of a demon?
Above the statue's neck was a blue-faced, fanged demon's head. The viciousness in its eyes seemed about to tear Ye Chen to pieces on the spot.
Startled, Ye Chen hurriedly looked away. Just moments ago, he had clearly felt his mind being affected. An inexplicable fury had surged from deep within him.
"Just who is this mighty being, and why has it appeared inside my body? How can it shake my mind?"
Ye Chen was utterly perplexed.
But then he thought it over. This was something his master had given him, and surely his master wouldn't harm him. That thought gave him some confidence.
Ye Chen gritted his teeth and met the statue's gaze.
He wasn't idle, either. He kept sensing the subtle changes in his body, and sure enough, the anger he had just suppressed began stirring again.
"I'd like to see what kind of trouble you're going to cause inside my body, you monster!" Ye Chen hardened his resolve and prepared to risk it.
After all, he had the Immortal Body, so he wasn't afraid of anything threatening his life.
But this time, Ye Chen had made the wrong bet. The Immortal Body did exactly what its name implied: it only ensured that Ye Chen's flesh and blood body wouldn't be harmed. It offered no protection for his mind.
Because of this, Ye Chen nearly fell into demonic possession.
The boat slowly drew up to the bank. Tang Sanzang and the others disembarked and began gathering their luggage, ready