At the bottom of the endless deep sea, within the cave abode, a man in a red robe sat quietly on a broad, icy stone bed with his eyes closed, utterly motionless. Yet chaotic darkness surged behind him, enveloping him.
This was not Wang Yi's first time refining demonic thoughts. He knew that at the critical juncture of refining demons, he had to be cautious—cautious beyond cautious—and must guard his heart.
If his heart was unstable and revealed a flaw, allowing demonic thoughts to exploit it, then once the backlash came, as the people of this world put it, the mild outcome would be problems with the mind, while the severe outcome would be corruption or even falling into demonhood.
In truth... becoming a god or a demon meant nothing to outsiders like Wang Yi.
They came from beyond this world. Neither their bodies nor their minds bore this world's imprint.
This world had been born beneath the gaze of the "Demon Abyss." After living beings died, their obsessions lingered, gathering into Demonic Qi and eventually becoming demons.
Living beings could also continuously temper their minds and strengthen their Mind Power, thereby transcending the mortal and entering the sacred.
Gods and demons were like the two sides of life and death. They could devour and complement one another.
Thus, the two were destined to be unable to coexist.
Time rapidly slipped away bit by bit amid his battle of minds with the Three-Faced Demon God... Wang Yi gradually came into contact with the Demon God's inner spiritual world.
Within the silent secret chamber, Wang Yi's aura gradually became dark and destructive.
You gazed into the abyss. The abyss gazed back at you.
If the experts of this world saw Wang Yi's condition, they would immediately understand that this was