Strange Robe

"Robe?"

The bead curtain hanging from Jiang Fan's imperial crown had long since vanished. As he secretly sensed the aura wafting from that pitch-black "curtain," he had the illusion that he was peering into the countless demon domains beyond the heavens.

Billions upon billions of wicked thoughts and malicious intentions transformed into torrents of spiritual force that followed his probing consciousness, seeking to seep into his soul sea of awareness.

Jiang Fan's gaze abruptly scattered, and a vacant expression suddenly appeared on his face.

In his daze, he saw ancient Demon Gods of every kind, each towering millions of zhang high, carrying evil demonic artifacts as vast as mountains upon their shoulders. Talking and laughing, they strode toward him in great strides.

With just one glance at that procession formed of countless ancient Demon Gods, his mind collapsed and the defenses of his heart immediately fell.

He no longer knew what world he was in, nor did he know who he was. He only wanted to join that vast procession, to become one tiny Demon God among them.

This force was indoctrinating all living beings into becoming demons!

Just as Jiang Fan was on the verge of collapse, about to cast aside everything he had and follow the demonic path, about to become one of the demons, Pang Jian answered, "Yes, it's a robe."

The thick miasma veiling Jiang Fan's heart, and the mind that had been bewitched and infiltrated, suddenly became clear because of those words.

"Whew!"

Jiang Fan let out a long breath.

Without realizing it, he was already drenched in sweat, and even the sweat he felt was icy cold.

Just like the chill in his heart at this moment.

"Whom does it belong to?" Jiang Fan suppressed his terror and asked again.

After hesitating slightly, Pang