A great sun fell from the sky!
It crashed into the mountain gate of the Six Paths Sect, which had been tranquil for nearly ten thousand years.
The hundreds of thousands of Six Paths Sect cultivators, including the Nascent Soul True Lords and Golden Core True Persons, had no time to react. It was too fast. The light also contained a heavy sword intent that suppressed everyone.
"No! This isn't the Patriarch!"
"What is this..."
Old Demon Six Fingers, the foremost figure of the Northern Plains Demonic Path, was the only person within the Six Paths Sect's mountain gate who retained even a sliver of responsiveness.
He looked at his own hands and feet in terror.
Pop! Pop!
His skin split apart, and amid the dripping blood, eyeballs sprouted one after another like mushrooms after rain, stained crimson as they blinked.
Those eyeballs spread wildly in every direction, spreading through his body and into his soul. In almost an instant, they covered him inside and out.
...Hungry...
...I'm hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry...
...Father, eat, eat, eat, eat...
Old Demon Six Fingers discovered in terror that every piece of flesh on his body seemed to possess an independent soul. They howled madly, wanting to mutate, wanting to become separate and chaotic lives, drawing upon his life to survive, as though they were...
His own children!
Looking around again, the hundreds of thousands of Six Paths Sect disciples had all transformed into bizarre and grotesque forms. Some had eight heads, some had nine mouths, and some had sixteen arms...
Heavenly Monarch!
An unfamiliar Heavenly Monarch!
One of those ancient, sky-overturning fiendish demons—perhaps even a pure fiendish demon that had lost human form and consciousness!
A terrifying thought flashed through Old Demon Six Fingers's mind, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
Compared to