A dim glimmer of light lit up from somewhere unknown.
It illuminated the jagged throne at the end of the darkness, and the figure lounging against it, chin propped on one hand as he looked down in contempt and laughed mockingly.
The beast froze where it stood, as though struck by lightning.
His face could not be seen clearly; it was impossible even to tell what he truly was...
Thick, bizarre pitch-black flames surged and flowed, swallowing his face and body. Within the pitch-black hole in his chest, the essence of Great Evil shifted constantly, cycling without cease, never fixed in form.
What made him find it even harder to believe was the jagged, razor-sharp Seven-Horned Crown atop the visitor's head. It was so familiar...
Under all heaven, in the entire present world, at this very time, there was only one person who looked like this!
"Lu..."
Upon the altar, terror shook the beast's pupils. He began trembling uncontrollably and screamed himself hoarse:
"Lu Changsheng!!!"
No one answered.
The Pitch-black Flame Shadow merely looked down at him contemptuously and gave a bored yawn.
Utterly unconcerned.
Yet after the initial terror, rage, and resentment, to Ji Jue's surprise, an unmistakable...
Wild ecstasy emerged in those beastly eyes?
Then, even more unexpectedly, words sounded before him.
"Assistant Priest Kelbasu of the Wu Wang branch, under the Golden Branch Source of the Evil Transformation Cult, pays respects to the Sacrificial Master Saint!"
Bound by layers of restraints, the beast strained with all his might to raise his head and kowtowed frantically. "May the Saint soon transform evil into good, ascend the throne, and rule the present world!"
What the hell?
Ji Jue froze in place.
Fucking "one of our own"? Wasn't the Evil Transformation Cult's makeup a little too damn mixed... You bastards