Heaven Dou City, the Sky-Blasting Gang, training grounds.
The crimson sun hung high overhead, its scorching rays more like June weather than anything spring ought to bring.
Members of the Sky-Blasting Gang had taken off their usual black robes and Demon Masks and sat cross-legged on the ground in neat rows, each holding a copy of the Demon-Summoning Scripture. Some knitted their brows in deep contemplation, pondering the profound meaning concealed in its subtle words. Others whispered among themselves, exchanging and checking their interpretations. Still others had begun trying to cultivate according to the book, though few could persevere through the excruciating pain.
Under the scorching sunlight, they sweated so heavily that their backs were drenched, yet none paid it any mind. They remained immersed in study and cultivation.
Leaning against the windowsill and looking down from above at their fervent efforts, Yang Ming nodded inwardly, then withdrew his gaze from outside.
It seemed Xiao Wentian's ability to decipher the Demon-Summoning Scripture and begin cultivating it within a mere two hours had been an exception. Widespread adoption would not be so easy.
It required not only exceptional talent but also tremendous perseverance. Neither could be lacking.
Then again, that made sense. If the Demon-Summoning Scripture were so easy to learn, only a handful of people in the Divine Tomb World would not have succeeded in cultivating it.
Yang Ming recalled his earlier naïve idea of giving everyone on the continent a copy of the Demon-Summoning Scripture, expanding his reserve vessels for resurrection into the hundreds of millions, and achieving true deathlessness. Clearly, he had gotten ahead of himself.
Even so, this could not stop Yang Ming's ambition to spread the Demon-Summoning Scripture. He had already ordered a large workforce assembled to begin printing it in bulk. When the time came,