Thousand-word Inscriptions

Demonic sound howled and circled his ears as it continued to invade Ye Futian's will.

Terrifying demonic aura flowed around his body. It was as if his entire being was about to be controlled by that demonic will.

Dark demonic aura coursed about on his handsome face. Dark light shimmered around his pupils as if he was about to be turned.

His robe billowed, and dark peach flowers dropped. His hair remained silver.

That handsome face of his seemed like that of a devil, shining with a feral grace as if he was no longer himself.

Countless pairs of eyes found on the mountain were all glued to Ye Futian. Everyone seemed to have felt something.

"Is he sensing the will of the Magic Zither on his own? He is not afraid of being devoured by the demonic will instead?" Duan Wuji of Emperor Dong's Palace lowered his voice and asked, seeing his change.