Chapter 719: Chapter 455 Asura Daoist Chen Yuan, Online!!! (Do Not Miss)
“Dealing with the Yang God True Monarch should be enough,”
Moluo’s face held a faint smile, yet his words concealed an immense confidence, as if all opponents were unworthy of his attention!
Chen Yuan fell silent, feeling an inexplicable shock in his heart.
Before deciding to rescue Senior Moluo, neither he nor the Daoist from the Taoist Divine Palace had pinned all their hopes on this Senior Moluo.
What they had instructed him was to quietly leave the Harem after rescuing Senior Moluo, without worrying about them.
They would have their own way to leave.
Of course, although the Daoist Masters tried their best to instill confidence and asked Chen Yuan not to worry, how could he not be concerned?
After all, in their view, Senior Moluo’s Primordial Spirit had been suppressed by the Great Jin Dragon Vein for more than two hundred years. Even with Sky-reaching Cultivation, he likely had been worn down to a grievously wounded state already; otherwise, there wouldn’t have been any sign of him for over half a year.
So, they did not hold out hope.
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But now, as the dark clouds break to reveal a bright village, this Senior Moluo showed great confidence. Rejoicing beyond his shock, Chen Yuan was genuinely unwilling to see his Daoist companions perish here.
But he could only…lie dormant and endure.
“If that’s the case, please make your move, Senior Moluo,”
Chen Yuan said solemnly.
Again, he truly was not afraid that Moluo had any ill intentions to seize his body. Back on the Falling Immortal Platform in Mengze Mountain, an old fellow had tried to do just that,
but Chen Yuan had tricked him into entering his Spirit Platform where, under the mysterious power of the Qi Fortune Altar, he could only disintegrate bit by bit.
Even further back was when he had subdued the Emperor Slaughter Saber. Despite the Emperor Slaying Dragon Soul’s overwhelming ferociousness, it was still suppressed by the Qi Fortune Altar, as docile as a mudfish.
The Qi Fortune Altar, such a divine object, hardly seemed like something that could be crafted.
He even suspected that his arrival in this world was because of this object—definitely not because of mere foot washing!!!
In such a divine object, Chen Yuan had enormous confidence.
He didn’t believe even Moluo’s Primordial Spirit could suppress it. In Chen Yuan’s memory, it seemed he had encountered an obscurely powerful being once in Martial Emperor City,
who had not even noticed the existence of the Qi Fortune Altar, so the chances of Moluo noticing it were very slim.
Besides, the other party had explicitly said they just wanted to temporarily use his body. What old monster seizing a body would propose such a deal? Moreover… could someone whom Jiang He, Yang Huatian, Su Ziyue, Li Su, and Chu Changfeng—these peerless geniuses—were willing to risk their lives to save, possess such a shallow nature?
Chen Yuan instinctively didn’t believe it.
Thus, he agreed readily.
Seeing Chen Yuan’s unconditional trust in himself, Moluo gave him a deep look and nodded, saying,
“Open your spirit, and do not resist.”
Moluo slowly closed his eyes, and the Lotus beneath him began to spin again. Streaks of light began to disperse, resembling wandering dragons, but a hint of doubt flashed in Chen Yuan’s eyes.
Because at this moment, Moluo’s appearance changed dramatically!!!
Ink-black lines gradually crept up Moluo’s face, and his previously bald head now sprouted long black hair, while his white garb seemed to have been dipped in ink, turning black.
If previously Moluo appeared to Chen Yuan as a white-robed monk who had seen through the affairs of the world, now he was a terrifying demonic figure, his formerly compassionate aura now sinister and vile.
Only now did Chen Yuan understand why a mysterious existence in his memory had called Moluo ‘Demon Monk.’
The golden Lotus under Moluo quickly transformed into a Black Lotus, strikingly different from before, its aura, even in a slight dispersal, shook Chen Yuan to the core.
Chen Yuan opened his mouth, unable to help questioning.
And the cross-legged Moluo opened his eyes at that moment, revealing a bloodthirsty and indifferent look as he spoke softly, “I am both Buddha and Demon. What is Buddha? What is Demon?
Buddha and Demon are no different. If I don’t enter Hell, who will?”
Moluo’s voice had been ethereal before, but now it was hoarse and apathetic.
“The Buddha Phase is compassionate. If I were to take action now, I would become a Demon. I shall enter your body and experience this power carefully, which will greatly benefit the future cultivation of the Asura Demon Body.”
“I understand, Senior, please proceed.”
The Black-clothed Moluo nodded slightly, his Primordial Spirit leaving the Lotus throne and gradually moving towards Chen Yuan, like a small lake suddenly filled by an ocean, the terrifying power distorting Chen Yuan’s face into a fierce grimace.
Demon Patterns spread all over his body, his chest throbbed like thunder, his blood roared, and his flesh and bones crackled. His previously slender form swelled up considerably.
The aura around him reached a horrifying realm.
This power was something he had never experienced before.
Although it was painful, it was exhilarating!!!
His clear gaze filled with a tinge of blood, becoming…much more demonic.
Even though Moluo had entered Chen Yuan’s body, half of the control was still in Chen Yuan’s hands, and the other party had no intention of tampering with the Spirit Platform. The previous tension in his heart eased considerably.
Chen Yuan raised his hand, a golden light flickering, and on the Lotus throne, a white-robed figure reappeared—it was the original Moluo, who seemed to possess some consciousness and smiled at him.