639: Is it so difficult to catch?

The Faceless Man twisted his head and arms back from behind him, glancing in the direction Shen Bei had fled.

Then, he looked in another direction. The Faceless Man seemed to recall the explosive power Shen Bei had just displayed, so he turned and walked in a different direction.

With one step, the ominous and strange Aura around the Faceless Man receded by three parts.

With another step, on his bright, shiny forehead, the faint marks of hair roots became visible. Green stubble emerged from his scalp, rapidly transforming into long hair. The hair, like a living thing, autonomously intertwined and coiled into a hanging bun.

With yet another step, his flat face slowly developed facial features. His tall figure also shrunk and became shorter, and his limbs became shorter and thinner.

A set of silver and black women's clothing also appeared on his body.

Seven steps later.

The original Faceless Man completely disappeared, replaced by a petite woman with her hair styled into a hanging bun, wearing a fitted black long gown embroidered with silver, with cloud-patterned sleeves.

Her facial features gave a delicate impression, yet between her brows, a pervasive malevolence emanated, almost assaulting the senses.

Especially that gaze; anyone who had seen it once would recognize her instantly upon a second meeting.

This was undoubtedly Blood Depletion Dao Consort!

After the Faceless Man transformed into Blood Depletion Dao Consort, she paced like a young girl, her face full of malevolence, a strange and cruel smile on her lips, and the crazed malevolence in her eyes almost overflowing.

She whistled in the direction she had come from, and before long, a Ku Xue Dao Soldier, over two meters tall, came rushing over.

Upon seeing “Blood Depletion Dao Consort,” the Ku Xue Dao Soldier immediately bent down, and only after “Blood Depletion Dao Consort” sat on his shoulder did he, following “Blood Depletion Dao Consort’s” pointing finger, rush away.

A few hours later, the Ku Xue Dao Soldier, carrying Blood Depletion Dao Consort, arrived at the core complex of buildings centered around the “Formation.”

The Little Devil Buddha, his eyes covered by a black cloth and clad in a black monastic robe, walked through the dense clusters of Formations.

He completely ignored collapsing mountains and raging seas, mountains of blades and oceans of fire. As he walked, his feet did not touch the ground; black lotuses emerged beneath his feet, supporting him as he moved through the Formation as if on level ground.

Two layers of halo behind his head bloomed, and wherever they reached, they reflected the dual aspects of Devil Buddha in his mind.

The perilous Formations, in his perception, were filled with Devil Heads and murderous intent soaring to the heavens. Only where a glimmer of life existed, illuminated by golden light, did black lotuses, surrounded by Devil Heads, transform into stepping stones to cross to the other shore.

He did not understand Formations, yet he could discern where the path to survival lay within these unmanned Formations.

This was the difference between a Formation controlled by someone and one that was not.

An unmanned Formation evolves strictly according to a predetermined path. No matter how powerful the Formation, it must contain a glimmer of life.

However, in a Formation controlled by someone, during its evolution, even the controller might not be able to determine in advance which direction it will evolve in the next moment; they only decide how to control it at that very moment.

It's not impossible for a path of life to instantly transform into a path of death.

The Little Devil Buddha chanted a demonic mantra in a low voice, his face peaceful, exuding an air of compassion.

After passing through this perilous area of evolving Formations, the surrounding environment immediately transformed back into the original palace complex, enveloped in divine light.

Pavilions, terraces, and towers were arranged in close proximity, and even the passages between them were wide and bright, paved with purple gold, spotless.

After the Little Devil Buddha emerged, he immediately stood still, his eyes lowered, and recited a demonic mantra.

“My Devil is compassionate.”

Opposite him, Blood Depletion Dao Consort sat on the Ku Xue Dao Soldier's shoulder, a strange smile on her face, her eyes flickering with murderous intent.

“Little Devil Buddha, how did you go blind? With your strength, who here could poke out your eyes? Did you perhaps break a precept, see something you shouldn't have, and gouge out your own eyes? You truly listen to your Master; even while out, you strictly adhere to the precepts, hahahaha…”

“Dao Ji’s insight is sharp. This humble monk offended an invincible Senior. To protect myself, I could only gouge out my own eyes as a punishment. This humble monk was lucky; that Senior disdained to bother with me further, so this humble monk narrowly escaped with his life.”

The Little Devil Buddha’s tone was completely unruffled, stating the facts expressionlessly, without any attempt to conceal anything.

“Hahahahaha…” Blood Depletion Dao Consort’s face twisted as she burst into maniacal laughter, patting the Ku Xue Dao Soldier’s head, laughing so hard she couldn’t straighten her back: “Little Devil Buddha, you have your day too! You’re killing me!”

“This humble monk was indeed a bit reckless.” The Little Devil Buddha murmured, head bowed, without any resentment, but rather as if he genuinely believed it was his own fault.

At this moment, Blood Depletion Dao Consort, sitting on the Ku Xue Dao Soldier’s shoulder, giggled and floated over.

Her hands stretched out, and her fingernails rapidly grew, transforming into three-inch long black claws, which she plunged directly towards the Little Devil Buddha’s neck.

Golden light radiated from the Little Devil Buddha, and the Buddha’s light shone, illuminating his internal organs. After the shadows of his internal organs dissipated.

All that remained was a golden Buddha bone skeleton.

The skeleton showed no hint of horror; instead, it exuded a sense of compassionate pity for the world.

“Pick up the butcher’s knife, and instantly become a Devil!”

The skeleton exhaled, its voice initially mellow and radiant, full of compassion. But after each word, that compassionate meaning rapidly faded, replaced by a hint of sinister, malicious madness.

By the time the last word, “Devil,” was uttered.

The golden Buddha bone instantly turned pitch black, as if a peerless Great Devil had suddenly awakened.

Devilish Qi overflowed again, the Buddha’s light remained, but it transformed from golden Buddha’s light into black Devilish Light.

The Little Devil Buddha’s Aura suddenly surged. The Devilish Qi within his body, as if created from nothing, erupted like a volcanic explosion, gushing forth instantly.

And Blood Depletion Dao Consort, who was charging forward, was struck by the volcanic eruption of Devilish Qi, tumbling in mid-air before landing back on the Ku Xue Dao Soldier’s shoulder.

“My Devil is compassionate. Revered Master said that this humble monk has a Buddha bone and a Devil heart. Although I do not feel anger or resentment, I have not yet comprehended what anger and resentment truly are, and I lack experience. Now it seems Revered Master was indeed correct; this humble monk has already received a lesson. My blindness is truly due to insufficient cultivation.”

The Little Devil Buddha lifted his head, his formerly downcast eyes and peaceful expression completely gone.

His eyes were wide with fury, devoid of whites or pupils, only a pitch-black expanse. Half of his face was etched with hatred and venom, while the other half flared with rage, contorting his features.

“Without entering the Devil, how can one understand the true meaning of the Devil? Without anger or resentment, how can one comprehend the poison of anger and resentment!”

“Faceless Great Devil, let this humble monk help you find liberation!”

The Little Devil Buddha chanted in a low voice, growing increasingly frenzied, until finally, it almost became a vicious curse and a roar.

Pitch-black Devilish Qi gushed forth, covering an area of about half a li, impacting in waves.

However, after the Devilish Qi erupted and dissipated, “Blood Depletion Dao Consort’s” eyes widened in a daze.

On the empty purple gold grand avenue, where was anyone?

Not even a ghost could be found!

Blood Depletion Dao Consort’s face twisted, her features collapsing. She could no longer maintain the appearance of Blood Depletion Dao Consort, and transformed back into the Faceless Man.

The Ku Xue Dao Soldier, unable to sense Blood Depletion Dao Consort, immediately let out a roar…

However, before he could cry out, the Faceless Man slapped the Ku Xue Dao Soldier.

“Boom!”

The two-meter-tall Ku Xue Dao Soldier, who had been a Body Cultivator in life, had his Physical Body strengthened by three parts after becoming a Ku Xue Dao Soldier.

Yet at this moment, under the Faceless Man’s single slap, he exploded with a bang, turning into dust!

On the Faceless Man’s flat, featureless face, a strange distortion occurred. The newly grown eyes and mouth couldn’t find their correct positions for a while…

Either the eyes grew on the chin, or the mouth was on the forehead…

After a few breaths, the Faceless Man gave up on changing his facial features again and stood still to calm down.

Three times in a row, and each time he failed to take the opponent’s life…

The first time, Blood Depletion Dao Consort, with decisive action, immediately dissolved her body, carrying her cultivation and Divine Soul, and escaped.

The second time, it was most perplexing why that person was completely unaffected. He just took the item and ran, and he ran incredibly fast; he turned a corner and was gone.

The third time, it should have been an easy catch, but unexpectedly, the Little Devil Buddha didn’t even hesitate. He directly abandoned his Buddha bone, entered the Devil through the Buddha, and even after entering the Devil, not only did he not go mad, but he put on a good act and seized the opportunity to escape…

The Faceless Man completely failed to understand why someone who had already gone mad and entered the Devil wouldn’t confront him head-on, but instead could calmly escape…

The Faceless Man stood still for a long time, unmoving.

Still calming down…