Shi Feiyang had gone to such great lengths to meet the God-Demon in the Demon God Scripture through Gui Wu for one purpose alone. "I've always cultivated the immortal arts of the Mystic Sect and worked through no fewer than ten Daoist scriptures. Years ago, I acquired a demonic scripture and tried practicing its Spells. I found them quite fascinating, but it contained no truly Supreme Vehicle methods. Some years back, I heard that the lord of Blackfish Island possessed an extraordinarily powerful Demon God Scripture, and I've yearned for it ever since. Today, I've specially borrowed another person's body to meet you, fellow cultivator. Might I be able to cultivate this scripture?"
E Shengfan could scarcely believe his ears. Could such good fortune really exist?
In life, he had been an expert of the Demonic Path who had refined his own primordial spirit into a life-bound God-Demon. He could soar through the heavens, burrow through the earth, and manipulate people's hearts—there was almost nothing he could not do. Though he rarely set foot in the Central Land, he had roamed the lands beyond the seas and seldom met his match.
Yet at the height of his triumph, the scripture's previous master had drawn his primordial spirit into the book. He had lost the body he was born with, and this scripture had become the body that imprisoned him for a thousand years!
When he first obtained this Demon Scripture, he had known that a Demon Head lurked within, secretly controlling it. He had been cautious and apprehensive, unwilling to cultivate it lightly.
But he had faced the same predicament as Wu Lingzhu. In those days, an exceptionally formidable monk had appeared among the Buddhists. Originally a Daoist of the Mystic Sect, he had later entered the Buddhist Sect. During