A strange domain space, formless and intangible, with bizarre methods of attack that left one with no way to strike back.
The Demonic Dragon Ao Cang hovered steadily above the quagmire, lost in thought. From his rebirth as the lowliest undead Bone Dragon, he had grown step by step, all the way until the Primordial World shattered and the Asura Demon Realm took shape. Through it all, he had cultivated by contemplating the Dao.
His strength had been weaker than others', and he had no powerful innate abilities to speak of. Though a twist of fate had made him Demon Ancestor Rahu's mount, he still wasn't strong enough. Faced with that boundless, gray world, he had once despaired, feeling as though there was no way out.
But his experiences had taught him that if he wanted to find a way forward, he had to persevere. Only by holding on could he have even the slightest hope. In the end, fate hadn't abandoned him: he had comprehended the Darkness Law. It seemed the law was not acknowledged by Heaven and Earth, and every time he tried to understand it, disaster followed.
Countless streams of chaotic information had constantly assailed his Spiritual Sense, and time and again, the fires of the Dao had seemed to consume him. Yet none of it had halted his cultivation. Though his cultivation had remained stuck at the early Quasi-Saint stage, this unparalleled Darkness Law had left him with few rivals in the demon realm.
Only now, after encountering a true creature of darkness, did he realize how weak his command of Darkness Power was. A monster with almost no soul had driven him to the brink of despair. The mud puppet made of filth seemed to be his substitute: every attack he launched was redirected onto