He Pingsheng walked out of the golden barrier and was immediately enveloped by a great mass of gray demonic energy.
Like immortal essence, demonic energy was a form of energy that existed in the Immortal Realm.
It was not naturally black or gray; it only took on those colors after being refined by demons and devils.
It was just like immortal essence taking on five colors after being refined by Immortals of the Mystic Sect.
In essence, devils and Immortals were no different.
Only their paths and methods of cultivation differed.
Of course, compared with the Mystic Sect's cultivation methods, those of the Demonic Path were more radical.
Countless streams of demonic energy enveloped He Pingsheng, then tried to force their way into his skin!
Countless drops of golden blood also flew from the demonic body, transforming into ancient rune patterns in the void and pressing toward He Pingsheng.
Judging by previous experience, before long, the Immortal enveloped by demonic energy would display obsession and madness.
Yet He Pingsheng did not.
He simply sat quietly cross-legged in the void, three feet above the ground.
His eyes were closed in contemplation, his expression serene.
A gentle breeze came, blowing his robes sideways. The fabric swayed and fluttered ceaselessly, making repeated snapping sounds.
"He seems to be fine!" Ping Yue looked at He Pingsheng with some surprise.
A little more gloom crept onto Huang Youshi's face.
Ji Wuxin said, "He Pingsheng is a peerless prodigy unlike any I have seen in my life. His talent and fortune are certainly no less than mine. Unfortunately, somehow he ended up as Immortal Lord Stone Gatherer's slave!"
Beside him, Wen Buwan said, "That's not true. Immortal Lord Stone Gatherer promised him that as long as he completed the task in this Secret Realm, he would