"True Lord, why would you say that?"
The monk's features on the seat gradually became clear, handsome and otherworldly, neither male nor female. Images of the various desire heavens reflected in those glasslike eyes, and a rich fragrance instantly flowed through the place.
Xu Xuan had already fully mobilized the power of Withering within this demonic body, even combining it with Calamity Blessing's formless power to conceal himself. In the end, however, he could not withstand the Cause and Effect bearing down in a surging torrent.
It was far too heavy.
"If I say you are not, then you are not."
The man before the seat seemed to sneer. He regarded the visitor to his Grotto-Heaven indifferently, and the words leaving his mouth became tangible laws, pinning Xu Xuan's demonic body to the seat.
The pale jade Wooden Crown he wore changed. Layers of Mysterious Radiance wreathed it, and nine strands of pendants hung down, bright as the moon, continually pressing down on the Demonic Qi here.
Xu Xuan was not anxious.
This demonic body had ultimately been borrowed from Xu Wugui. If it was destroyed, so be it. The Ghost God at its core could return to the Grotto-Heaven at any time. The other party had few methods of Witchcraft or formlessness and could not catch him.
Though he would inevitably reveal a few traces, it was no great matter.
The other party might have noticed something amiss with Xu Xuan the moment he entered the Grotto-Heaven, yet had deliberately waited until after the transaction to appear. There was probably some deeper intention behind it.
Xu Xuan calmed down.
"Whether I am Papiyan's Demonic Nature or not, what harm does it do you, True Lord? Isn't it enough that the Dao method is genuine?"
The other party replied indifferently,