Jiang Dali stood with his bare chest, arms crossed in front of him, his muscular arms coiled like tree roots, his bald head glistening with a cold, hard sheen under the moonlight. His eyes were like bronze bells and his lips were thin as paper as he spoke lightly.
Pang Ban smiled faintly, standing with his hands behind his back, nodding, "You seem quite interested in my abilities. Actually, the Demon Seed is a kind of Primordial Spirit. It cos from Qi Cultivation to God Transformation, an extraordinary Primordial Spirit that surpasses the norm.
Taking a Demon Seed is equivalent to taking soone’s Primordial Spirit. When the Primordial Spirit is nurtured to a certain extent and undergoes certain processes, it becos a Taoist Body that connects man and heaven. Don’t you think this process is sowhat similar to the Heavenly Human Realm?"
"The Demon Seed is another special kind of Primordial Spirit?"
This was the first ti Jiang Dali had heard of this concept, and he couldn’t help but think of Xiang Yutian, who also practiced "Dao Heart Demon" and reached a very deep realm.
But Xiang Yutian was an actual possessor of the Primordial Spirit, a strong figure at the Returning to Truth Realm.
It was clear that Pang Ban hadn’t cultivated a Primordial Spirit, so how did he take away soone else’s Demon Seed?
Unless... unless Pang Ban himself also possessed a Demon Seed. But if he had one himself, who planted it? Was it he himself?
Pang Ban continued leisurely, "In my life, I have loved many people, but there’s only one who is my true love, and that is Jing An."
Jiang Dali focused, thinking of Yan Jing’an, who seed possessed by Di Ni and died at the hands of the Iron Gall Divine Hou.
Pang Ban took a deep breath, his expression turning solemn, "Sixty years ago, I laid down my spear and stopped fighting. My power surged dramatically, my inner cultivation breakthrough surpassed the realm of my master, Demon Sect’s ng Chixing’s ’The Ultimate’, and I advanced towards the Supre Demon Path, entering the Heavenly Realm.
Back then, I thought I had already seen through life and death.
Unexpectedly, when I saw Yan Jing’an, I realized there was one hurdle I hadn’t overco."
As he said this, his gaze shifted to Jiang Dali, and he smiled, "That hurdle was the hurdle of emotion!"
How many heroes throughout history have been stumped by the word ’emotion’?
Even a heartless demon lord like Pang Ban frankly admitted encountering the hurdle of emotion.
Yet this candor and ease made Jiang Dali unconsciously feel a kind of admiration. He too had gone through the transition from emotional to emotionless.
But he laughed at himself for not being as adept as this demon lord before him.
Now he is once again transitioning from emotionless to emotional, while it seems this demon lord, having completely extinguished the word ’emotion’ after Yan Jing’an’s death, is starting to progress to a higher realm.
If he reaches that realm, the other might beco an invincible demonic power, transitioning from emotionless back to emotional, or perhaps he will have taken both with light regard.
At this mont, although he still doesn’t understand the secret of the opponent’s technique to seize others’ Demon Seeds, or the marvel of his own Demon Seed, he already knows the reason for his opponent’s rapid progress in strength—that he has passed the hurdle of emotion.
That Demon Master who made the Martial World tremble once withdrew from the world for twenty years for love, and now, having passed the hurdle of emotion, he returns to the Martial World as the feared Demon Palace Master revered by the black road and dreaded by the white road.
Jiang Dali nodded solemnly, "For you to be willing to tell so much and to co here to make a move against , you must have a deeper aning."
Pang Ban’s eyes burst with srizing brilliance, staring into Jiang Dali’s abyss-like eyes, calmly said, "In the past, I hoped to pin my hopes on Lang Fan Yun who was obsessed with Extre Emotion and swordsmanship, hoping to have a battle with him to advance to the Supre Demon Path.
But unfortunately, he is now a step slower than I am. Jing An’s death was an accident, but this accident has enabled to progress further. Now I have seen a better target."
Jiang Dali sneered, "That target is ?"
"No!"
Pang Ban shook his head and smiled, "That target is the Iron Gall Divine Hou Zhu Wushi, and Zhu Wushi’s target is you, or rather, Zhu Wushi’s lifelong nesis is you. I am here to slow your pace so that Zhu Wushi can move faster."
Jiang Dali was puzzled, "What do you an? Your target isn’t ? Then can I leave?"
Pang Ban looked up at the sky and sighed, "Zhu Wushi is also soone burdened by emotions, and also an ambitious person with great aspirations. Though Jing An’s death allowed to pass the hurdle of emotion, I still have not passed the hurdle in my heart.
I will call that hurdle the hurdle of the Demon Heart, and once I overco this hurdle, I will completely step into the Supre Demon Path, where the sky is high and birds fly freely, and the seas are wide and fish leap as they will.
The only way to break through this hurdle is when Zhu Wushi has completely ascended to the Imperial Throne, and then by my hand, I send him into the abyss."
So, it’s necessary that you, the Black Wind Village Chief, who is the Iron Gall Divine Hou’s nesis, fulfill this. Hahaha..."
At the end, Pang Ban looked skyward and suddenly laughed heartily.
"Madman! This is sothing only a madman would do."
Even Jiang Dali found himself shocked by Pang Ban’s maddeningly arrogant sche, as the latter intended to personally deal with Zhu Wushi when the latter ascended to the throne.
If this isn’t madness, then what is?
Yet, which demon lord throughout history wasn’t insane and arrogant to the very end? This seems to be an inevitable path.
Jiang Dali suddenly understood the aning behind Pang Ban’s actions and the profoundness of the other’s Demon Seed technique.
It’s likely that he has been refining himself as a Demon Seed, and breakthroughs through both the hurdle of emotion and the hurdle of the heart will be a rebirth. Besides his own breakthrough, Pang Ban can also rely on his stove exploding to seize Demon Seeds from others to strengthen himself. This completely differs from Xiang Yutian’s Demon Planting Technique.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, in the sky of June, a thunderclap exploded.
A few drops of rain began to fall from the sky.
A fierce wind suddenly rose.
Pang Ban abruptly stopped laughing, his black hair swirling like flas, and with focused eyes, looking at Jiang Dali, he emanated a strong spiritual power, "Without madness, there is no survival; Pang shows my respect!"
"Then co on!!"
Jiang Dali shouted, throwing a punch, his terrifying Fist Power like a galloping storm, surging towards Pang Ban with thunderous might.
Whoo!——
Pang Ban chuckled, his palms turned into claws, dashing through the air with the suddenness of lightning, his sharp claws lunged, seemingly slow but faster than striking thunder, exuding a powerful spiritual impact.
Jiang Dali suddenly felt a spiritual hallucination appear before his eyes.
The many claw shadows from Pang Ban aid straight at his face and head, but what surprised him was that this claw seed to transcend the limitations of ti, causing his intuition to tell him that before his fierce Fist Power hit Pang Ban, the latter’s claw would hit him first.
This was completely against reason. How could the opponent’s latter attacks be faster than his initial Fist Power?
The sense of cognitive dissonance left no room for thought.
Jiang Dali shouted, as his whole body erupted with golden Qi Force.
Boom!!
The layered claw shadows and Fist Power each hit their targets.
Splash!!——
The pea-sized raindrops began to pour down heavily, engulfing both figures...
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