Soul Seizing Devil Art

From the old man's cold words, everyone could hear how furious he was. The survivors of the Fang Family had fallen into utter despair! They had thought they could replace the Mo Family with certainty this time, but in the end, all their efforts had come to nothing!

Not only had someone as formidable as Ye Wen appeared as an Innate Mansion Attendant, but the Mo Family still had an Old Ancestor alive in this world. That was what true foundations looked like.

This was a Sixth Grade Xiantian expert. A Sixth Grade Xiantian Martial Artist could live for five hundred years. And if he ever reached the Seventh Grade, he would enter the realm of the immortals—a realm ordinary mortals weren't worthy of knowing about.

The Fang Family patriarch looked at his son, Fang Cheng, and at the few remaining experts beside him. He couldn't help but sigh.

"It's over. It's all over. If only our experts hadn't attacked Devil God Ye when he went berserk. Every Third Grade expert was slaughtered by him. Our Lineage plotted for decades—decades! We wanted to take the Mo Family's place and become the masters of Demon Suppressing City, but Ye Wen's appearance destroyed everything! Now we can't even escape the City Lord's Mansion!"

Sure enough, after the old man's final words reached them, the survivors attacked the Fang Family again!

Before he died, the Fang Family patriarch laughed aloud.

"Then let us die! We're only one step ahead of you! Hahaha! The Devil God Ye who appeared in Demon Suppressing City today will kill every last one of you sooner or later. Hahaha! We created a devil god together today. We can die without regret!"

After he finished speaking, the Fang Family patriarch died beneath a storm of blades. The people from the three families immediately led their men back to their respective homes and began dividing up the Fang Family's businesses in Demon Suppressing City.

Only then was Old Man Zhang finally released. Looking at the friends he'd known for years, he was utterly disheartened. They had kept him from going out because they wanted to protect him, but he hadn't been by his granddaughter's side in her final moments.

Ten years ago, Zhang Yuanchao had watched his son and daughter-in-law die before his eyes. Ten years later, he had watched his granddaughter die before his eyes too. The pain left him unable to speak!

He went to his granddaughter and looked at Dongfang Yu, who had died in front of her. He kicked Dongfang Yu in the head. At that moment, a few words slipped through Old Man Zhang's clenched teeth.

"Good! Good riddance! Kid, Jingyi didn't choose wrong!"

He couldn't bring himself to hate Ye Wen at all. His granddaughter's death wasn't Ye Wen's fault. And when he saw how her death had driven the young man into Demonic Possession, he felt only pity.

"Heh... the demonic path! The demonic path! From now on, I'll give up the path of letters and willingly enter the demonic path!"

Old Man Zhang roared hysterically!

"Devil God Ye! What a fine Devil God Ye! I accept you as my grandson-in-law!"

His granddaughter wore a brilliant red phoenix robe. Today, she had been so beautiful and captivating, her charm boundless! But now she lay motionless on the ground. Old Man Zhang murmured softly.

"Jingyi, my dear granddaughter, don't be afraid. Grandpa will take you home. Grandpa will take you back to our hometown!"

And so, a white-haired old man shuffled out of the City Lord's Mansion, carrying his dead granddaughter, and headed beyond the city...

After the Old Ancestor Mo brought Ye Wen to his secluded chamber, he casually tossed him onto the ground. Then Old Ancestor Mo sat down to meditate and regulate his breathing. It seemed he'd been forced to end his retreat this time.

That girl, Mo Ruxue, had knocked on his door and roused him several days ago. She'd told him how things stood: the Mo Family was on the brink of annihilation, and she had no choice but to beg him to come out of seclusion and fight.

"Why has not one of my descendants, I, Mo Chengkong, ever produced been any good? The Mo Family still relies on an old man like me, who's almost in his grave. Sigh..."

Old Ancestor Mo gave a helpless, bitter smile.

"All those decades of bitter cultivation have come to nothing. My cultivation hasn't advanced at all. Do I still have a chance to reach that legendary realm? Time waits for no one. It truly waits for no one..."

Mo Chengkong sighed.

"I've been stuck at the Xiantian Sixth Rank for hundreds of years. My time is almost up, yet Heaven has sent this boy to me. Could this be fate?"

The boy had entered Demonic Possession today. Did that mean Mo Chengkong should make the same choice? He took a very ancient book from an old bookshelf: the Soul Seizing Devil Art!

It was a great demonic cultivation technique. After reaching the peak of Sixth Grade, one could cultivate the Soul Seizing Devil Art and change over to the demonic path. One refined their consciousness and memories into a tiny spiritual body. Then one found a young body and used that spiritual body to invade its owner's consciousness. After completely devouring the other person's consciousness and memories, one took possession of their youthful flesh and lived another life!

"But would the person I became still be me? If the consciousness and memories refined by the Devil Art formed a little figure, would that still be myself?"

Mo Chengkong hesitated. Ever since obtaining this Devil Art, he'd never dared to read it again after his first look, because Devil Arts had the power to lure people into the demonic path!

But now, as he read it for the second time, he found himself thinking of cultivating it immediately and seizing the body of the young man lying on the ground.