As the saying went, character determined fate. Even though Mo Lihai had been split into different parts, his personality and way of thinking had not changed in the slightest.
The moment he found himself at a disadvantage, Mo Lihai wanted to turn the tables against the wind by possessing someone else.
But he had chosen the wrong target.
He had also overlooked a matter of common sense—Chen Changming had come into contact with the other parts of his body. How could he possibly not guard against the Demon Planting Art?
Chen Changming had no intention of dodging Mo Lihai's Demon Planting Art at all.
A flash of black light vanished into his body.
"Fellow Daoist!"
Seeing this, the Ancient Buddha immediately cried out anxiously.
"It's fine."
Chen Changming shook his head with a smile.
"What? Why is there a Black Pill in your dantian?" Mo Lihai's horrified cry suddenly rang out from within Chen Changming's body.
At that moment, he suddenly realized that he had fallen into a trap—a vast, bottomless pit that he might never be able to climb out of once he entered.
"This is called inviting the gentleman into the jar."
Chen Changming laughed heartily. A Heavenly Toad phantom condensed within his body and swallowed Mo Lihai in a single gulp.
The Heavenly Toad clamped its mouth shut and squatted motionlessly within his dantian.
"Damn you, you've trapped me to death!"
Mo Lihai's furious curses faintly drifted from the corners of the Heavenly Toad's mouth.
Chen Changming merely smiled.
With Mo Lihai continually throwing himself into the fire like a moth, the day his demonic path avatar was completed drew ever closer.
Seeing that Chen Changming remained completely unharmed after Mo Lihai entered his body, the Ancient Buddha's eyes lit up, and he clicked his tongue in