Lu Xiaotian had spent nearly half a year moving around the seas near Pill King City. At last, he had stopped this seemingly endless slaughter.
His eyes had turned bloodred. A month ago, shortly after contacting Luo Ping'er, he had asked her to come to these waters. But before she arrived, he realized how dire his condition had become. He had slain too many demonic beasts, and the baleful intent he had accumulated had grown overwhelming.
Thinking back, his temperament had begun to change several months ago. He had become bloodier and more prone to killing. At first, the effects were slight. With the intense battles, his magical power grew purer and his strength increased, which had even pleased him somewhat. He had simply ignored the change.
Baleful intent accumulated over time, like boiling a frog in warm water. Lu Xiaotian was hardly as slow-witted as a frog, though. A month ago, he had realized how serious things were. He ended his hunts and tried to calm his mind, hoping to dispel the immense killing intent that threatened to disrupt it.
Once his mind grew unsettled, all the desires he had suppressed through years of cultivation began to rise. It was like a person who seemed perfectly healthy, with all sorts of hidden ailments kept at bay. The moment his constitution weakened, one problem after another would erupt. The urge to kill was the strongest, of course, but it was mixed with countless other complicated emotions, surging through Lu Xiaotian's heart like a spring.
At the time, those emotions were still under control. After meditating for a day, Lu Xiaotian had managed to dispel a little of them. But, as luck would have it, he ran into a wave of sea lion beasts. Still in meditation, Lu Xiaotian was swept