Unorthodox arts had no cure.
That was Xu Qingxiao's first reaction.
The demonic qi coiling around him was even more terrifying than before.
But the true terror came from the Three Demon Mark between his brows.
Within that mark lay the power of three demon gods from before Heaven and Earth had opened.
If it were released, even Xu Qingxiao had no idea what consequences it would bring.
It was terrifying.
The Golden Crow, the True Dragon, and the great Luo demonic seed had all been completely purged.
But in their place were three different demonic thoughts, dragging Xu Qingxiao into a mire.
The demonic thoughts were terrifying.
Unlike the previous ones, which had been sealed within the Heaven and Earth Literary Palace, these three demonic thoughts were not inside the palace. They were branded deep into his body and primordial spirit.
More terrifying still, wisps of demonic qi were emanating from Xu Qingxiao's body, utterly impossible to conceal.
Taiyin, Taiyuan, Juwu.
Three demonic thoughts that surpassed all others.
But he could not say there were no benefits at all. Xu Qingxiao could sense that he could draw on the power of these three Demon Marks.
He could even harness that power.
He could clearly feel that, if he wished, he could extract unparalleled power from the Three Demon Mark, whether to break through or grow stronger.
This was the power of demon gods.
But the problem was that Xu Qingxiao did not need it.
He had no use for this power.
Now, an indescribable emotion rose within him.
Xu Qingxiao had come out this time to eradicate the root of the calamity caused by unorthodox arts. What he had not expected was that, while his unorthodox arts had been resolved, they had been replaced by something even more frightening.