Across the vast land, Ye walked alone.
His form had already changed greatly from before.
His savage twin horns were shrinking, his claws slowly retracting, his appearance growing ever more docile.
But that did not mean he was turning into a human.
In truth, Ye felt that he was in a strange state.
It was as though his body and soul were heading down completely opposite paths.
On the level of the soul, countless radiant laws had gathered into the image of a human—vast, mysterious, its face impossible to discern. It seemed to stand at the edge of the heavens, yet also right before him.
His flesh was demonic, power condensed within it, demonic patterns beginning to emerge. Their faint glow was dim, yet incomparably resilient.
It felt utterly discordant, utterly incompatible.
The two sides tugged at each other, influencing one another.
His soul was powerful and distant, while his body was weak yet close at hand.
It was as if some powerful cultivator wished to possess his body, but due to the right time and place, although Ye was only a weak newborn demon, the possession still could not succeed.
Deep down, he welcomed this possession.
A term rang out: Return.
Yet another voice within his consciousness warned him: You must not return!
Where had that voice come from?
No—or rather, where had that feeling come from?
Ye did not understand.
But the question now was, what should he do?
He wanted to seek the answer, but which path was the right one?
Become human?
Become a demon?
Or...
Ye looked up at the vast sky, unable to find an answer for a time.
As he stood there in confusion, he saw a figure in black armor, bearing a greatsword and wreathed in black flames, approaching from afar.
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