To feed the demon with flesh and blood—that was a bizarre divine ability cultivated by the Outer Appearance Demonic Path, one that the Heavenly Demon Path would never adopt. Yet, where the Hundred Poisons Fairy obtained it was something that needed to be ascertained clearly; moreover, since they both belonged to the Demonic Path, they could be compared and examined for mutual insight.
Feng Zikang's Heavenly Demon cultivation had stalled, so this might prove useful. "Pah!" The Hundred Poisons Fairy's reply was a single syllable.
"Then forget it!" Feng Zikang, losing all interest, drew his iron sword and, with a single sweep, severed the woman's head. She shrieked fiercely, but her body gradually dissolved into a pool of green liquid.
Feng Zikang did not wish to waste much time on such a low-level demonic art. With everything settled, escorting Miss Wu back to Lizhou on his way home would allow him to return to Mount Longhu.
"Hmm?" Just as he was about to step away, he suddenly noticed a golden shard floating in the residual puddle where the Hundred Poisons Fairy had melted. It shimmered brightly under the sunlight.
"A Divine-Demon Fragment?" Feng Zikang rejoiced. With a flick of his finger, the shard suddenly flew up.
He spat a stream of his heart-fire, incinerating every trace of the clinging green fluid before reaching out, grasping the fragment firmly in his hand! It was an image of an Wrathful Vajra!
"Ah..." Feng Zikang started slightly. He finally understood: the Hundred Poisons Fairy's ability to live for three hundred years relied entirely on the power of this Divine-Demon Fragment.
However, given her hideous appearance and the viciousness of her sacrificial method, he had assumed it was mere demon-feeding. He never expected it to actually be god-feeding!
"Why is this so?" This Divine-Demon Fragment was bizarre and unpredictable, yet it undeniably contained immense divine power. The Hundred Poisons Fairy had integrated it into her body, gaining tremendous magical strength despite her mortal shell.
What secret lay hidden within its depths? Feng Zikang sat in silence for a long time.
He took out the other three fragments, sat cross-legged by the lake, and pondered quietly. He vaguely sensed that this might be the very opportunity he needed to establish his demonic heart!
The Hundred Poisons Fairy had entered the devilry with a mortal heart, losing control of herself, becoming nothing more than a walking corpse driven by obsession, possessed by the demon. What if he tried it himself...
"Then let it come!" A wave of boldness surged through Feng Zikang. Ignoring time and place, he threw back his head and laughed aloud.
He inhaled sharply, and the four fragments shot up, flying straight into his mouth! Instant immersion into hell!
He saw billions of gods and demons locked in endless slaughter, flesh and blood flying everywhere. The entire cosmos was a sea of crimson!
He could not distinguish between illusion and reality, but the overwhelming river of blood rushed over him, scaldingly hot. He even felt his body instinctively recoil.
"The cosmos follows order. You demons, how dare you act wantonly!" From this world, a sound like the clash of metal rings out—cold and emotionless, yet weighty with authority.
"Hahaha!" In opposition, billions of demonic voices roared in unison, equally earth-shattering and piercingly desolate. "My will is what it is; it is inherent!
How can it change because of your foolish heavenly rules? What joy is there in living without freedom?
Even if it means eternal damnation, so be it for us!" "Insolent!" A new wave of slaughter erupted. In every corner of this realm, life and death transpired ceaselessly.
These gods and demons filling the space seemed to possess endless numbers. Only in the corner where Feng Zikang stood was there a temporary tranquility.
He dared not move a single step, knowing that the slightest gesture from any of these divine or demonic beings would reduce him to dust. His agitation gradually settled.
He then realized that it was precisely because four divine and demonic figures were seated guard around him, carving out a small world, that his location was a veritable paradise. To the east was a Heavenly King, holding an iron pagoda in his left hand and a black serpent in his right.
To the south was a black demon god with horns on its head, seemingly composed of darkness itself, its form indistinct. To the west stood a Vajra, with the unseeing karmic fire burning atop its head, glaring furiously, its feet trampling a flood dragon.
To the north was a monstrous giant, hideous and covered in coarse hair, issuing growls and roars. "The Four Symbols Divine-Demon Array!" The secrets of this formation suddenly surfaced in his mind.
To conjure a world using the Four Symbols—this was the most basic application of the Divine-Demon Ancient Scroll fragments! Feng Zikang carefully perceived the array's might, inwardly astonished.
With just four pieces, it possessed such divine power! If this array were fully deployed, how could disciples in the Qi Induction stage resist it?
Even a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment stage would likely face nine deaths out of ten. Who knew how many millions of these fragments existed?
If thousands upon thousands were assembled into an array, what might it achieve? And thinking further, if all the fragments were united, what power would that colossal Divine-Demon Ancient Scroll possess?
Perhaps even the true heavens and earth would amount to no more than that! A cold sweat broke out on Feng Zikang’s back.
When he opened his eyes, the scene had changed drastically. The battle between gods and demons seemed to have vanished like smoke in the wind.
On the mountain peak stood an armored figure with crimson hair and red pupils, holding a Blood-Red Great Saber, laughing wildly at the sky. Behind him, a group of figures radiating brilliant light were descending toward the mortal realm.
"Be careful!" Feng Zikang recognized the appearance of General Lu, whose body he had recently possessed. Though he knew this was the past and irreversible, he still shouted loudly, warning his past self.
Alas, no matter how loudly he yelled, his past self showed no reaction, until the Daoist priest's long sword pierced his chest. Only then did his past self turn around, his face contorted in pain and confusion.
Feng Zikang's eyes bled rage, and he roared in fury. The pain of the piercing wound felt as if it were inflicted upon his own body.
Immediately after, he saw General Lu’s body crumble into dust, ceasing to exist in the world. Blood streamed from his eyes, and his hatred burned fiercely!
A Heavenly Demon possessing a body, and the Righteous Path eradicating the demon—this was naturally the righteous principle, just as a tiger eats a sheep, and the sheep eats the grass. But if one is born a sheep, how can one not hate the tiger!
Must the sheep, after being eaten by the tiger, still cheer loudly for the fierce beast, shouting, "Well eaten! Rightly done!"?
He was not such a foolish sheep! He sought revenge!
He would roam the world! One day, he would no longer be the fish and meat slaughtered by others, but the tiger that devours the sheep!
"What joy is there in living without freedom? Even if it means eternal damnation, so be it for us!" That demonic sound that had flooded his mind just moments before surfaced unconsciously in his thoughts now.
"Exactly!" The heart of the Demonic Path resided in those two words: freedom. The heavens and earth were vast, for him to traverse at will.
The power of life and death would rest in his hands. Heavenly mandates were not to be feared, and gods and Buddhas could all be scattered.
Relying solely on his single breath, he would strike beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, acting as he pleased, unstoppable! He would slay the Buddhas who block him, and destroy the gods who obstruct him!
Feng Zikang’s spirit wavered, his body trembling uncontrollably. He laughed madly, his eyes gradually turning blood-red.
"I will storm White Horse Temple now and slaughter all those bald donkeys! Let’s see if that scoundrel Yuan Yuan dares to come out!
If he appears, I will cut him down with a single sword!" He felt as if inexhaustible strength filled him. Against him, anyone seemed fragile.
What were those few bald donkeys and long-nosed Daoists in the Spirit Transformation stage worth? He swayed unsteadily, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon, filled with venom and hatred.
The harbinger of demonic transformation!