The countless shadow demons exist in everyone's heart. Once they enter the painting, it inevitably leads to endless turmoil, life tormented until the oil runs dry and the light goes out.
Throughout history, countless masters of the Daoist Sect, unparalleled talents attempted to use this painting to refine spirit and heart, but the result was always the birth of myriad demons, descending into madness to death!?
Roar…
Before the Group of Demons Birthday Celebration Painting, Li Changgeng seemed possessed; his eyes were bloodshot, unable to tear his gaze from the scroll before him.
At this moment, he resembled that elevated, withered figure, flourishing in longevity, yet surrounded by a throng of demons, ultimately unable to escape becoming one of the countless shadows.
Thoughts scattered, demons torturing longevity, I am the shadow demon, and the shadow demon is me.
Rumble…
At this moment, Li Changgeng let out a low roar again, and all the blood and qi in his body reversed…
