Meng Zhao snapped awake as if from a dream, his eyes full of astonishment. These Demonic Runes were truly formidable. While comprehending them, he had unknowingly sunk deep within, even using Primordial Spirit Power to inscribe Demonic Runes across his own body. This gave rise to Killing Intent and nearly led to a grave mistake.
Fortunately, his constitution and bloodline were extraordinary. Only then could he rely on exceptional willpower to cast aside the Killing Intent produced by the Demonic Runes and eliminate every negative influence.
"These Demonic Runes are a condensation of Killing Intent, capable of gathering it together. Thus, when I inscribed them upon my body with Primordial Spirit Power, they nourished Killing Intent, which then polluted my flesh, bloodline, Primordial Spirit, and soul. If this continued, I fear I would become a monster like the Seven-Headed Xiangliu—powerful, savage, and unmatched in flesh and blood, yet no longer capable of independent thought or exceptional wisdom."
Meng Zhao had already understood. Although the Seven-Headed Xiangliu possessed the immense power of a Celestial Being, perhaps even one newly Entering God, it had been battered and eroded by Killing Intent and possessed virtually no intelligence. Everything it did was instinctive. Compared with divine beasts whose wisdom rivaled that of humans, this was its greatest flaw and weakness.
Still, this did not truly benefit Meng Zhao's next course of action. Its lack of intelligence could not conceal the terror of a body that had been continuously steeped in and tempered by Killing Intent.
Fortunately, after a period of study, deliberation, and personally inscribing Demonic Runes, Meng Zhao was not entirely without ideas regarding the Seven-Headed Xiangliu.
How should he put it? The Seven-Headed Xiangliu was now like a turtle that had withdrawn its head beneath layers upon layers of shell. To kill