No one had expected this Hexmaster to be plotting a possession, much less that his every move was being broadcast live.
At that moment, he was immersed in an excitement that made his entire being tremble.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. No guardian, no magical artifacts, only a Tiger and Dragon Jade Pendant—and the Tiger and Dragon Jade Pendant would be warded against by his Bloodlight Spell.
If he possessed this little Daoist, wouldn't he become the Young Celestial Master of Dragon-Tiger Mountain?
Hahahahaha! Hahahahahaha!
The black-robed man wanted nothing more than to throw back his head and laugh. His body felt as though it were on fire, filled with irrepressible excitement.
If... if I became the Celestial Master of Dragon-Tiger Mountain...
I would be the king of all Asia! No, the entire world would be mine for the taking!
No one understood the Daoist Order's strength better than Southeast Asia's supernatural practitioners. It was a towering peak like Mount Everest, an oppressive presence that left them unable to breathe.
What Southeast Asia's evil cultivators found most incomprehensible was why the Daoist Order insisted on staying tucked away in China when it was so powerful.
Who in the world could stand against them?
If it were me... I... all the world's wealth, all its beauties, everyone in the world would have to bow down and worship me!
Driven by that fierce desire, the black-robed man's body gradually crumbled into a pile of dry bones, while his soul became a pale gray skull that streaked through space and slammed into Zhang Xiao.
Wild joy surged through him. It worked!
Where am I?
The black-robed man stood in an empty space. Everything was pitch-black, with only an open door in the distance letting out a faint glimmer of light.
*Where's that