Diverting Disaster Eastward, Taking the Blame Himself [Double Monthly Votes Requested]

"Profound Yin Demonic Fire truly is powerful. Even against Buddhist divine abilities, which it shouldn't have an advantage over, it still displayed such might."

Looking at the desiccated corpse, Lin Chang'an showed a trace of regret.

What a pity. Had the man not belonged to Vajra Temple, making him far too conspicuous a target, his body would have been excellent material for a nascent soul corpse puppet.

A body cultivator's corpse, in particular, was exceedingly rare.

Unfortunately, he couldn't keep something that would draw so much fire, so he had let the Yin Demonic Corpse and Withered Bone Blade devour its flesh-and-blood essence.

"Still, judging by today's battle, this Profound Yin Demonic Fire is already no weaker than Ice Lotus Cold Flame."

Lin Chang'an slowly approached the Yin Demonic Corpse before him, its skin dark cyan and its terrifying aura at the nascent soul late stage peak.

Perhaps because it had just devoured so much essence blood, eerie blue light flickered in its eyes, and he clearly sensed a hint of resistance through his divine sense.

Lin Chang'an snorted coldly. The instant he formed a hand seal, the Yin Demonic Corpse let out an agonized howl.

"These demon corpses have no humanity. They really are impossible to tame."

It was only at the fourth-rank late-stage peak. If he fed it until it reached the fifth rank, it would probably turn on its master outright.

This gave Lin Chang'an quite a headache. Without an exceptional means of control or fifth-rank materials for that purpose, he couldn't casually strengthen the Yin Demonic Corpse any further.

Although a considerable amount of energy had been drained from the Ancient Devil's body, most of its source essence remained.

If demon corpses like this hadn't been so difficult to cultivate, Lin Chang'an would have liked to