After becoming a Demon, Zhou Tong quickly returned to his residence.
He had paid for a year at the elven hotel, yet he had only stayed there for two and a half months.
Returning to his residence, he sat cross-legged on the grass in the garden. A gentle breeze brushed past, carrying the fragrant aroma of flowers and grass, and his heart could not help but grow tranquil.
The insights he had accumulated through his previous slaughter surged into his heart all at once like a volcanic eruption, like mountains shaking in an earthquake, granting him an entirely new understanding of the Destruction Rule.
It felt like spring winds melting snow, turning it into a clear stream flowing through his heart. It also felt like a violent wind blowing away the clouds and mist, leaving his mind suddenly clear.
Amid his comprehension, he unconsciously formed a sword with his fingers. Sword shadows instantly erupted from his fingertips, rippling through the void and causing the once-still space to ripple.
Although space fluctuated, this sword strike was utterly silent. No sound emerged.
He had not used the supreme body of his true form, nor had he used any divine power or even a divine artifact. He had merely comprehended the Destruction Rule, transformed it into his own Destruction Sword Dao, and slightly concealed it with his fingers, yet he had stirred the entire void. This showed just how terrifying this insight was.
"No, this feeling is wrong!" Zhou Tong slashed through the void with both hands for several days in succession, but in the end, he still felt that something was off. This was not the sword he wanted.
Zhou Tong then fell silent once more, further comprehending the Destruction Rule within this tranquil environment. He sat there quietly for a full