The Rakshasa Ghost Evolves!
However, this peace is about to be shattered by a crazy and irrational force.
A Vengeful Ghost appeared unsteadily in the moonlight.
It revealed its ferocious appearance, its eyes flashing with blood-red light, and a cruel and eerie smile on its lips.
Ye Jing was shocked; it was that boy!
Mo Yi has evolved from Vengeful Ghost into a demon!
Its power is even more terrifying; it is a terrifying being driven by endless resentment and rage.
The dogs in the village all started barking frantically.
The noise woke up many villagers who were fast asleep!
"What are you barking about, dog? If you bark again, I'll..." A shirtless, burly man walked out of the room, but before he could finish speaking, Rakshasa crushed his head.
"Ah!"
The woman who happened to be standing at the door witnessed this scene, let out a terrifying scream, and then fainted!
But Rakshasa did not let her go, and crushed her heart as well!
Ye Jing felt heavy-hearted. The boy's talent was indeed very strong. Even after becoming a ghost, he was still making rapid progress!
But can this Rakshasa Ghost still be called a boy at this moment?
He's clearly just a wicked demon who only knows how to kill!
The Rakshasa Ghost began a frenzied massacre in the village.
Crimson blood stained the entire land, and screams echoed through the sky!
In the village, a young couple held their young child tightly, hiding in a dilapidated wooden house.
Their faces were filled with terror and despair, but their eyes revealed a deep love for the child.
"Don't be afraid, child, Mommy and Daddy will protect you." The mother comforted her child in a trembling voice, her hands tightly holding the child's small hands, as if she wanted to pass on all her strength to him.
However, the roar of the Vengeful Ghost grew ever closer, its furious howl shaking the entire village and sending chills down everyone's spine.
The cabin door began to shake violently, as if it would be torn apart by that terrifying force at any moment.
"No, we can't just sit here and wait to die!" The father stood up, gripping the wooden stick tightly in his hand, ready to fight the Vengeful Ghost to the death.
The mother hugged her child tightly, her eyes shining with determination.
The Vengeful Ghost finally broke through the door, its figure appearing unusually tall and terrifying in the moonlight.
Its eyes are filled only with slaughter and madness; it has no reason or emotion whatsoever.
"Ah--" the father cried out in despair, waving the wooden stick in his hand, trying to stop the Vengeful Ghost from advancing.
However, the wooden stick was easily torn to shreds by the Vengeful Ghost, as fragile as a piece of paper.
The mother held her child tightly, her body trembling under the attack of the Vengeful Ghost. She used all her strength to try to shield her child from the deadly attack.
"Mom... Dad..." the child cried in terror, his voice sounding so weak and fragile in the darkness.
However, the Vengeful Ghost showed no mercy; its attacks became even more ferocious and insane.
The parents' figures gradually fell under the attack of the Vengeful Ghost, but they still tightly protected their child, using their own lives to fight for the child's last chance of survival.
Just as the child was about to be mercilessly killed by the Rakshasa Ghost, a crack suddenly appeared in the roof of the wooden house, and dazzling light poured down from it.
A group of cultivators dressed in Daoist robes and holding Law Artifact appeared out of thin air, their appearance seemingly bringing a glimmer of hope to this desperate village.
"You wicked creature! Cease your arrogance!" The elder at the head of the group had white hair and beard, and his voice was like a booming bell. As he brandished his Law Artifact, a golden light shot straight at the Rakshasa Ghost.
The Rakshasa Ghost roared and vanished from its spot in an instant, reappearing having already dodged the golden light's attack.
Its eyes gleamed with madness, as if it were extremely angry at the arrival of these uninvited guests.
The cultivators unleashed their Law Technique and engaged in a fierce battle with the Rakshasa Ghost.
In an instant, flames soared into the sky above the village, the light of Law Technique intertwined with the roars of the Rakshasa Ghost, creating a breathtaking scene.
However, the Rakshasa Ghost's strength is now far beyond what it used to be. It has slaughtered countless villages along the way, and its power has increased dramatically!
Its Movement Method were unpredictable and its attacks were swift; every strike it made put the cultivators in grave danger.
Even more terrifying is that it seems to be able to absorb the resentment and anger around it, constantly growing stronger.
Although the monks initially had the upper hand, they gradually found themselves struggling as time went on.
The Rakshasa Ghost's attacks grew increasingly fierce, and the casualties among the cultivators also increased.
"This Rakshasa Ghost has evolved to this extent; we are probably no match for it!" a young cultivator said in alarm.
"We can't give up! We must protect this child!" the elderly man at the head of the group said firmly.
He knew that this mission was of great importance; if this Rakshasa Ghost were allowed to continue its rampage, the entire Cultivation World would face a huge threat.
However, at that moment, the Rakshasa Ghost suddenly let out a deafening roar. Its size increased several times in an instant, and its whole body was radiating black flames, as if it wanted to devour the entire village.
The cultivators were stunned by this sudden change, and they all unleashed their most powerful Law Technique in an attempt to block the Rakshasa Ghost's attack.
However, it was all in vain. The Rakshasa Ghost's attacks were as fierce as a storm, and the cultivators fell one after another.
Finally, when the last monk fell in a pool of blood, the entire village had become ruins.
The power and cruelty of the Rakshasa Ghost left everyone feeling hopeless and powerless, and the village that was once full of life and hope disappeared forever into the long river of history.
No, there's still one hope!
The young child was eventually teleported to a safe place by the old Secret Method priest who was in charge!
But the old Daoist priest himself died under the claws of the Rakshasa Ghost!
Ye Jing remained silent; it was the same old story again.
Who is the master of this starlight, a Saint?
Based on what we've seen so far, it seems impossible for anyone to become a saint.
Ye Jing only saw the cruelty of reality!
Furthermore, there are no examples of Rakshasa Ghost achieving sainthood.
Could it be the child who was just rescued?
But if it's that child, then the experience of starlight is just too perfect!
It's amazing that they could start recalling things from such a distant past!
Just as Ye Jing was wondering, the screen started to rotate again.
The rescued child was named Tian Niu. He was found by an old Rogue Cultivator. Seeing the indomitable light in Tian Niu's eyes, the old man was moved and decided to take him as his disciple and teach him the way of cultivation.
From then on, Tian Niu embarked on a difficult path of cultivation.
He cultivated relentlessly day and night, with only one goal in mind—to find the Rakshasa Ghost and avenge his parents.
He endured loneliness and pain, turning hatred into motivation, and constantly pushing his own limits.
They dared not rest for a moment, nor linger, for fear of not being able to catch up with that ghost!