Hearing Shi Feiyang's words, Deng Yin suddenly jolted awake. He realized that his mind had indeed been affected, and his hair stood on end.
Demonic path spells influenced the human mind in every possible way, striking precisely where people were least likely to notice. Their victims fell under their control without realizing it and acted according to another's will.
Wan Zhen and Golden Cicada, for instance, had not fallen into demonic corruption because they had become confused. They had been perfectly lucid; only their thinking had changed. The resentment the Demon God had stirred up in them was not something imposed or instilled from outside. They had always believed those grievances to be entirely justified, but had suppressed them in the past, unable to vent them.
Those who frequently dealt with demons could fall into their traps at the slightest lapse, no matter how careful they were. A thief could steal for a thousand days, but no one could guard against thieves for a thousand days. Even when demons could not directly seize someone's soul and control them, they could still influence them subtly and secretly.
Just like the other Heavenly Demon Immortal-Slaying Sword—even the Heart-Piercing Monk had fallen victim to it!
Deng Yin's Dao practice was by no means shallow, nor was his magical power weak, yet he had still fallen prey to a covert attack without realizing it.
This was the most sophisticated great art of the demonic path in all the Myriad Heavens and Worlds!
Those of the orthodox teachings knew how dangerous it was. That was why they shunned demonic path spells like snakes and scorpions and absolutely forbade their disciples from touching them.
Not only did they refuse to cultivate such arts themselves, they would also destroy them when they saw others cultivating them. They