How could he endure such a situation?
Ghost Loathing made a desperate gamble. Gritting his teeth, he reached out and grabbed the jade cicada. At the same time, the Cracked Mountain Dragon Seal pressed down further, the golden palm patterns erupting with the roar of a dragon as the river waters churned and layer upon layer of ripples rose.
The momentum was critical, but when Ghost Loathing had committed countless sins yet still roamed the Northern Lands without falling, how could he easily submit? He immediately urged the Netherworld Nine Hidden Secret Art, his true form dharma body turning into transparent colored glaze. Inside it, a green flame centered on his heart wheel transformed into a ring of glowing motes, like the endlessly rolling wheels of a cart, flowing unceasingly from the inside out.
The Netherworld Nine Hidden Secret Art he practiced divided the form and spirit dharma body into three interrelated systems: upper, middle, and lower. Each system was further divided and linked by the three talents of heaven, earth, and man, three times three making nine. Among them, the heart wheel was the center of the middle section, meaning the root of all magical powers and spells, presiding over the pivot and acting as the most crucial part.
Such a design naturally made the form and spirit blend as one. The deeper his cultivation reached, the harder they were to separate. The methods of solely cultivating the Yang God common to other cultivators were out of the question for him. Beyond this, there were many other restrictions, and his cultivation speed was considered slow even among the Demonic Sect. Yet precisely because of this, his Nine Hidden Demonic Body was refined to the utmost purity. According to scriptures, if this demonic art could be cultivated to the Six