Demon Angel

In a forest on the outskirts.

The middle-aged fat man was naturally transformed from Wenren Sheng's Puppet Man.

Those Black Shirts were all conjured by the Seed of Illusion, taking the forms Liu Jian feared most deep down.

Through him, Wenren Sheng sent a wisp of purple mist into Liu Jian, who lay on the ground.

Information soon came back.

"Liu Jian, Mystery Points: 194."

"Mysterious composition: Anomaly entering the body, Mysterious body (in the process of transformation)."

Uh...

Wenren Sheng froze briefly, then immediately understood.

That was right. This was what the Silver Marble had previously tried to bewitch him into doing—evolving a body of flesh and blood born of nature into a Mysterious Object.

What he had refused to do, Liu Jian had already done first.

What was that called? "A disciple need not be inferior to his teacher, nor must a teacher surpass his disciple..."

Yeah, right. This guy had clearly gone astray and Entered Demonic Path.

Liu Jian had possessed the Disaster Anomaly Lord and made it his puppet.

But he had forgotten one thing: during that possession process, his own essence was also transforming toward the form of a Disaster Anomaly Lord.

He who gazed into the abyss would surely be gazed upon by the abyss.

Force was mutual.

No wonder he could shamelessly hypnotize himself and act out those intensely stimulating scenes from before.

He was no longer even human, so why would he need shame? Just like the four in his prison, they had no concept of shame at all.

He could even imagine that Liu Jian's supposed acquisition of a Disaster Anomaly Lord avatar might have been an experiment by the Disaster Anomaly Principals.

They wanted to see whether they could transform Otherworldly Users into one of their own as well.

That