Deep within the cave, the blood pool churned.
More than a dozen ordinarily dressed civilians stared at the blood pool in bone-deep terror, trembling like sieves. Aside from them, there was another person—or rather, a monster—in this stone chamber within the cave, someone whose blood aura roiled all over his body. A monster that drank human blood.
The Demonic Cultivator's blood aura swelled as he smiled, refined and courteous.
"There are two kinds of people in this world. One is lowly, ordinary rabble like yourselves, toiling without complaint, driven by others as you struggle to survive. The other kind is me, honored and exalted, standing above all others."
"Your only path to becoming superior people is to merge with me, to become one with me."
"From then on, you will no longer be driven by others, no longer be left at the mercy of the butcher's knife."
"Become a part of me. Coexist with me. No sickness, no hunger—only supreme honor, and the most powerful strength under heaven."
Gradually, the eyes of the dozen or so civilians lost focus. Their gazes turned vacant as they walked toward the blood pool.
The first person stepped into the water. His body was like a torn leather bag leaking water, blood leaving his body and flowing into that evil blood pool. The bloodless body collapsed, followed by the second, then the third.
Ordinary people could not resist spells. Whether they were afraid or furious, no matter how unwilling they were, they could not escape manipulation. When weak beings faced powerful individuals, there was truly nothing they could do.
The only one unaffected by the temptation was a Little Girl with pigtails. Perhaps her heart was pure and she could not be controlled by Evil Arts. Her little hand tugged at a woman walking