Boxun?
Mara?
The Brahma chant, like a demon's test, struck directly at Xu Yang's divine soul.
In the void, the dark fog surged like a tide, and demonic qi boiled like a soup cauldron.
If it were an ordinary cultivator, at this moment they would surely face the Demon Catastrophe; the Demon Seed transforming into a Demon Fetus, and from the Demon Fetus, a demon object would be born.
Xu Yang was not ordinary, not a cultivator of this world; within his body, there was no rooted Demon Seed, nor was there a gestating Demon Fetus.
Even so, under the demon test of the Brahma chant, he was still influenced and could not remain detached from the situation.
With every Brahma chant, with every sound of Zen singing, the demonic qi moved accordingly, like tadpoles, earthworms, or perhaps like flood dragons and snakes. With every breath and thread, line by line, they burrowed into Xu Yang's body, attempting to implant a Demon Seed and nurture it into a fetus.
