"Let the old man take a look."

The spiritual thought body of Sky White Emperor Dharma Form remained expressionless, like an ancient well undisturbed.

"Hmm."

Ling Feng fully opened his Sea of Consciousness, and the spiritual thought body of Sky White Emperor Dharma Form scrutinized it for a moment before slowly speaking, "This is a sort of Gu Curse Mark, which normally lies dormant within the Sea of Consciousness without having any effect. However, once activated by some special power, this Gu Curse Mark will gradually erode your soul until you fall under the control of others, becoming a puppet!"

"What!"

Ling Feng's pupils contracted sharply, his brain racing at high speed. This Supreme Lotus Seed was refined by the Blood God Sect for the Silver Wolf Demon Emperor, and with Lin Canglang's ambition, it is impossible for him to willingly align himself with the Silver Wolf Demon Emperor.

Thus, Lin Canglang might be aiming to indirectly control the Silver Wolf Demon Emperor through this Supreme Lotus Seed, which would consequently mean he indirectly controls a Demon Emperor.

What a scheming mind Ghost-faced Demon Lord Lin Canglang has; a hundred times craftier than when he was in the Wenxian Sect!

Yet, by chance, Ling Feng accidentally stumbled upon Lin Canglang's plot and took the Supreme Lotus Seed, unwittingly transferring the venomous Gu Curse to himself.

Furrowing his brows, Ling Feng asked sternly, "Senior, can these Gu Poison Marks be removed? I have tried my best but have been unable to expel them from my Sea of Consciousness."

"Not difficult."

The spiritual thought body of Sky White Emperor Dharma Form replied indifferently, "These Gu Poison Marks are beyond the detection of those not on the Spirit Refining Path. However, if they are discovered and not triggered, they can be removed."

"How can they be removed?"

Ling Feng's heart tightened slightly.

"The reason you can't remove these Gu Poison Marks is simply that you haven't mastered the technique of Divine Sense Condensed Silk. Although your Divine Power is comparable to Human Emperor level due to your cultivation with the Soul Splitting Technique, your utilization of Divine Power is still lacking."

The spiritual thought body pondered for a moment before slowly saying, "This is what we'll do: I will seal these marks for you. As long as you don't refine the remaining power within the Supreme Lotus Seed, there should be no problem. When you return to the Mist Ghost Forest and find the true self of the old man, the true self will naturally have a way to clear them for you."

"Good, thank you, Senior."

Ling Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief; he'd rather die than become Lin Canglang's puppet.

Thank goodness, the Sky White Emperor Dharma Form left him a spiritual thought body; otherwise, he'd surely fall into Lin Canglang's trap.

Though now not able to leave the Demon Realm just yet, having this spiritual thought body seal those marks should prevent major issues.

"Hey, what about this Divine Beast! What about this Divine Beast!"

Watching the spiritual thought body of Sky White Emperor Dharma Form retreat into Ling Feng's Sea of Consciousness, it quickly cried out.

Although Despicable Donkey is also a Demon Emperor, his cultivation focuses more on the Body Refinement Path. He discovered those Gu Curse Marks due to his keen perception and the fact that he once absorbed the Evil Emperor Blood Essence.

But on the Spirit Refining Path, Despicable Donkey is nowhere near the means of Sky White Emperor Dharma Form.

The spiritual thought body of Sky White Emperor Dharma Form glanced at Despicable Donkey, with a rare smile tugging at the corner of its lips.

It seems that in the heart of Sky White Emperor Dharma Form, Despicable Donkey left quite an impression.

"Alright, I'll seal you too, but my true self is not as easy-going as I am. Little Donkey, you must speak more kindly!"

The spiritual thought body smiled faintly.

"Don't call this Divine Beast Little Donkey!"

Despicable Donkey went berserk, almost jumping off the ground in anger.

"Alright, Little Donkey."

The spiritual thought body waved a hand, sending a white glow into Despicable Donkey's mind, then transforming into a stream of light and disappearing into Ling Feng's body.

"Damn it! That wretched old thing!"

Despicable Donkey hugged his forelegs together, muttering angrily.

Ling Feng pursed his lips. Counting the days, he realized the three-day promise with Bai Ling'er had passed, hoping the contest at the Dark Flame Mountain Range hadn't concluded; otherwise, he may have missed something important.

...

On the other side, atop the Dark Flame Mountain Range.

The time was already the fifth day, and the contest among the geniuses of the Three Great Demon Clan Holy Temples was gradually reaching its end.

Although the overall strength of the Dark Dragon Palace was quite formidable, and the performance of the chief disciple of Black Dragon Hall was impressive, they ultimately lost to a genius from the Nether Dragon Holy Hall.

That Nether Dragon Clan genius named Ao Han was an Ice Crystal Cold Flood Dragon; even the strongest genius of Dark Dragon Palace held against him for less than thirty moves before falling miserably, beaten almost to death by Ao Han.

As for the Demon Dragon Holy Hall, it was entirely powerless to contend with the Nether Dragon Holy Hall. This contest at Dark Flame Mountain Range seems to crown the Nether Dragon Holy Hall the undisputed victor.

"It's over, completely over!"

"Who would've thought the Nether Dragon Holy Hall would produce a powerhouse like Ao Han, too strong! It's just too strong!"

"Not giving anyone a chance! Ao Han's Cold Flood Dragon bloodline seems to have mutated to virtually become a Demon Dragon bloodline, suppressing ordinary King Beast bloodlines, limiting them to only seventy to eighty percent of their potential. How can anyone compete against Ao Han!"

The chief disciple of Black Dragon Hall struggled to climb back, supported by fellow disciples as he slowly returned to camp.

As dusk fell, the final day of competition among the Three Temples loomed to its end. If no one challenged Ao Han, the contest among the Three Great Holy Temples would conclude with the victory of the Nether Dragon Holy Hall.

As for the exploration rights to the ancient remnants of the Ancient Demon Clan, naturally those belong to the Nether Dragon Holy Hall.

"Long Fei, oh Long Fei, four days have passed already, why haven't you returned!"

In the Purple Dragon Hall camp, Bai Ling'er frowned deeply. Two days ago, all the disciples of Purple Dragon Hall were wiped out, and their only hope, Long Fei, suddenly disappeared. In the eyes of others, could it be anything other than retreat?

"Hmph, humph, Bai Ling'er, that Long Fei is nothing but a coward. You're still hoping for him to return?"

In the Red Dragon Hall camp, after days of rest, Chi Gui's injuries improved by seventy to eighty percent. Though both his eyes were blinded, he could still function due to his Divine Power.

But due to losing an arm, his overall strength was likely under sixty percent compared to his peak.

Beside Chi Gui, Silver Wolf Young Master Yain Xue, cheeks still swollen, spat angrily, "Long Fei is nothing but a coward; facing the powerful fighters of other Holy Temples, he doesn't even have the guts to show his turtle head!"

"You're talking nonsense; Long Fei... he just had matters to attend to!"

Bai Ling'er clenched her silver teeth, loudly defending Ling Feng.

"Haha, this is hilarious!"

Yain Xue's eyes glinted with a trace of venomous color, gnashed his teeth, "If he's brave, would he stay hidden for five days? If he shows up, I'll eat shit here and now!"

"Oh?"

Suddenly, a cold voice echoed in the void, growing closer.

"Who's trying to deceive by getting free meals and drinks now?"

This voice was unquestionably 'Long Fei!'

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