She merely felt out the Purple Moon within her body in detail-her Primordial Spirit.
At that moment, the phantom image of a book had appeared above the Purple Moon, enveloping the entire moon and holding it firmly under its control.
It locked her Primordial Spirit in place.
Now, no matter how foolish she might have been, she realized what had happened.
Her Purple Moon had already been branded by the demon and molded into his shape.
It was under the demon's control.
The Primordial Spirit was a person's soul, a person's everything. Now that her Primordial Spirit was in his grasp.
Her entire being was naturally under his control as well.
She had originally intended to turn this demon into a puppet and toy with him to her heart's content.
She had never expected that, in the end, she would become the puppet instead, toyed with by the demon.
Could it be...
That this was her fate?
She was overwhelmed with shame and indignation. Just as she was at a loss over what to do, that cold voice came through the mist again.
"Come here!"
His domineering words became law the instant they left his mouth.
Gong Yajun bit her lip hard, trying to control herself, unwilling to endure this humiliation. But the next moment, the purple moon flashed again.
She walked toward the demon against her will.
Moreover, in this state, the Charm Art she had cultivated with her life and very being began circulating automatically, gradually exposing her instincts.
Against her will, she actually undid the collar of her dark robes.
Revealing a broad expanse of snow-white skin, she swayed as she walked toward the demon.
At some point, a string of prayer beads had appeared in her hand again.
Other prayer beads could clear the mind and