Chu Mo raised his hand and channeled his magical power. A mass of scarlet energy appeared in his palm, stirring a foul, filthy demonic wind.
He conjured a water mirror and examined his current appearance, a faint smile crossing his face. "The Demon-Refining Bottle truly deserves to be a Golden Core treasure. Remarkable. Even the nature of my magical power has changed directly into demonic power, without the slightest flaw. Rather than a disguise, it feels as though I've become a demon outright."
He had modeled his current appearance on demons from his memories. Anyone who saw him would never guess that he was a cultivator.
"Not bad."
Chu Mo waved away the water mirror and took out the jade slip Xuan Cheng had given him. After finding his bearings, he raised a rank wind and sped toward the Demon Grotto.
Fuli Heaven, Cloudsea Hanging Mountain, Tongming Peak.
True Person Jiqing appeared before the peak with a dark expression, his gloomy gaze fixed below.
He sharply flicked his sleeve, and the Seven Emotions Glazed Veil appeared. It swelled at once, growing as vast as a mountain in an instant, then descended straight toward the entire Immortal Peak with crushing force!
Seven-colored radiance flowed ceaselessly: joy, anger, worry, contemplation, sorrow, fear, and shock. The seven emotions intertwined, unfolding into endless transformations that struck directly at the most vulnerable places in the human heart.
A strange, soul-bewitching power spread. Even its stray aura was enough to stir a cultivator's Heart Demon and throw their Dao heart into turmoil.
Just as the seven-colored veil was about to descend upon Tongming Peak, Xuan Cheng's voice drifted out from within, carrying a hint of amusement. "Junior Brother Jiqing, why such a temper?"
The next moment, all of Tongming Peak turned illusory. Like air, it allowed