Immortal Dao is dead, I am the mastermind behind it all.

"Abandon all forms! You damned demon, get out of my mind!"

Shen Moyan closed his eyes, stripping away all desires related to the 'Heavenly Demon Power' from himself.

After successfully suppressing the demonic intent, Shen Moyan's Dao heart returned to its pure state.

The path forward must be built on a thorough understanding and mastery of this power.

Shen Moyan took a deep breath, cleared his mind of distractions, and focused his attention on the scroll of "The Book of the Beginning Demons" that he had been studying repeatedly.

"The Heavenly Demon Chapter of the 'Book of Beginning Demons,' the 'Heavenly Demon Transformation Technique,' this incomplete technique is indeed problematic."

He has temporarily abandoned this path that is closely connected to the origin of the Heavenly Demon.

Making a deal with the Heavenly Demon may seem like a shortcut, but it actually leads directly to the dead end of being enslaved.

The opportunity that Ni Gaoyuan obtained back then was indeed someone else's scheme.

Shen Moyan detached himself from all appearances, and when he practiced his internal energy, he deliberately avoided the core chapters that recorded the "Heavenly Demon Transformation Technique".

"Separate from the physical form!"

The text of the Heavenly Demon Chapter's techniques was like a layer of ice covering his consciousness, actively isolated and shielded, frozen and buried deep in the sea of ​​his consciousness.

If his cultivation level is high enough in the future, he can unlock this memory again.

After doing all this, Shen Moyan focused his mind on the "Cultivating Demon Chapter," which was compiled and reconstructed by Master Xu Cheng based on his own knowledge and ideas.

"Fortunately, there is the 'Demon-Containing Dao Technique'. The supernatural powers and spells on it all originate from oneself and will not be affected by the Heavenly Demon."

Shen Moyan's five aggregates of form, feeling, volition, consciousness, and perception transformed into a continuous stream of demonic energy, which was then applied to his body.

"Color Essence - Demonic Energy Gathering".

Using his inner magic technique, Shen Moyan fully healed the wounds he had sustained from the bombing.

"Oh, right, and one more thing..."

He summoned a pair of wind demon wings covered with strange demonic patterns and a sword with an ominous black and red aura wrapped around its blade and a pulsating demonic eye embedded in its hilt without hesitation, which hovered in front of him.

These two magical treasures had once provided him with immense assistance, but now they seemed to bewitch him, their dim light revealing a sinister vitality.

Since we want to get rid of the influence of the Heavenly Demon, we must be ruthless.

"By transcending all appearances, all phenomena are empty!"

Shen Moyan let out a low shout and fully activated the "Scripture of Detachment from All Forms".

Immediately, he made hand seals, and pure light shone from his fingertips as he drew runes in mid-air.

Runes wrapped around the Wind Demon Wings and the Heavenly Demon Sword like chains.

"Strip!"

He pointed his fingers like a knife and made a vague, sweeping motion!

The Qingguang runes tightened abruptly, piercing into the core of the two magical artifacts.

"laugh--!"

Immediately, a piercing corrosive sound rang out.

The demonic patterns on the Wind Demon Wings twisted violently, and strands of viscous, dark purple blood were forcibly squeezed out from the wing bones and veins.

The pulsating demonic eye on the Heavenly Demon Sword emitted a silent shriek, the sword trembled, and strands of purer Heavenly Demon True Blood, almost condensed into tiny demonic shadows, were drawn out.

Unwilling to be stripped away, these true blood vessels twisted and struggled in the air, emanating a corrupting power that eroded the mind and even attempted to pounce on Shen Moyan.

Shen Moyan's eyes were icy cold.

He patted the magic gourd at his waist with one hand, and the gourd opened automatically.

"receive!"

All the extracted true blood of the Heavenly Demon, whether from the Wind Demon Wings or the Heavenly Demon Sword, was sucked in by the suction of the Yi Demon Gourd, struggling and howling as it was forcibly dragged into the gourd's mouth.

The gourd trembled slightly, and a few obscure lights flashed across its surface before returning to calm, though a muffled thunderous sound could be faintly heard from within.

The Wind Demon Wings and Heavenly Demon Sword, which were hovering in front, had lost their Heavenly Demon True Blood.

Instantly, all its brilliance vanished, and the magical runes dimmed.

Like two lifeless objects, their vitality was drained by the true blood of the Heavenly Demon.

"As expected, the true blood of the Heavenly Demon is no good either."

Shen Moyan's eyes narrowed.

Fortunately, he refrained from directly absorbing the Heavenly Demon True Blood to enhance his cultivation; otherwise, he would have ended up in the same situation after it was extracted.

"Check your physical body again to see if it has been affected by this demonic power."

Shen Moyan felt a lightness all over his body.

The subtle demonic aura that had been trying to erode his Dao heart like a leech was greatly weakened as his true blood was stripped away.

He waved his hand to collect the two ruined magical artifacts, then turned his gaze back to the distant place where demonic energy surged, a new plan forming in his mind.

"I don't know how the battle between those two is going, but that's not something I should worry about at all."

Shen Moyan noticed that there were still faint starlight in the red and black sky.

Some of the demonic seeds scattered from the heavens did not fully exert their effects; otherwise, everyone on earth would have become a demon.

It must have been something that the Starry Sky Enlightenment Master did to prevent Feiguang Prefecture from becoming a complete hell on earth.

Currently, the Demon Lord and the God of Fate are still engaged in a great battle, with Langya Prefecture likely being their main battlefield.

Judging from the previous conversation between Zheng Quan and the Demon Lord, this Six Hells Demon Lord is an extremely arrogant and conceited person.

If he had any shame, he wouldn't have come looking for a mere mortal like himself from Feiguang Prefecture.

After confirming that no demons were paying attention to his presence, Shen Moyan fled a hundred miles away and hid in a mountain cave, avoiding the gathering place of cultivators with surging demonic energy, and repeatedly checked his body.

"There shouldn't be any major problems."

Several hours later, Shen Moyan finally caught his breath.

"I have gained a lot in this life, the first of which is the perception of the causal line."

As the saying goes, the cicadas sense the autumn wind before it blows, and cultivators also possess a kind of spiritual awareness.

This intuition is like a mortal's sixth sense, a vague premonition of impending crises and events.

Now, through seeing Xi Yi and perceiving the causal thread, Shen Moyan finally understood that this was the origin of spiritual perception.

"Let me see what my karma is like in this life."

From Xi Yi's perspective, he examines his own existence inward, gazing at the intricate web of cause and effect that connects the past and the future.

Most of them, just as the fate of Xinghan Qiming Siming had ended, began to fade and become thin.

After shedding the appearance of the Heavenly Demon, the causal connection with the Heavenly Demon gradually weakened.

His entanglements with many people, including Yanzhen Zhenjun, Ni Gaoyuan, and Luo Changting, are weakening.

Some parts of the lower plane of the Great Revelation have even broken off and disappeared.

As the concept of cause and effect fades, a sense of freedom and lightness arises spontaneously.

"The causes and effects are truly miraculous."

Shen Moyan looked at these illusory lines and found a few large ones.

These gradually solidifying lines signify closely connected and deeply intertwined causes and effects, such as the Biyang Sword Sect and Shen Moyan's cultivation of the "Biyang First Rise Technique".

However, within this vast web of cause and effect, an unusual thread of cause and effect suddenly captured his attention.

"Um?"

This line is newly formed, and its solidification speed is eerily fast.

It seemed to have sprung up out of thin air, or as if it had been forcibly grafted in by some powerful external force.

Its color is different from that of ordinary causality; it is an extremely glaring and unsettling dark red.

Like congealed blood.

In the sense of Daoist rhythm, its texture is filled with negative stimuli such as "deathly stillness," "calamity," and "unending struggle."

Just looking at it makes me feel like I have thorns in my back.

"This is……"

Shen Moyan was startled and somewhat incredulous.

A karmic calamity!

Someone wants to kill me?