The small courtyard was shrouded in dense shade, with sunlight only penetrating through the gaps to cast mottled shadows on the ground.
Ye Fan sat cross-legged on the stone bed in the room, silently cultivating and comprehending the mysteries of the Heavenly Demon Fist.
This Heavenly Demon Fist was badly incomplete, with almost no follow-up moves, only six moves in total, but these six moves were vast and profound, extremely mysterious.
Ye Fan held a Bodhi Seed in his hand, his mind was clear and pure, and strands of Death Energy surged into the Bodhi Seed, yet did not cause any harm to it.
The script of the Demon World had become quite different from that of the Xuan Realm, with each character like a living tadpole swimming around.
Ye Fan captured and perceived with his heart, gradually understanding the Fist Intent of the Heavenly Demon Fist.
