Surging devilfire ignited across her body, refining this fleshly vessel of hers.
This body was named Mu Hongyu. Both its appearance and name were exactly the same as hers before she had first stepped through the gates of cultivation.
That was also why she had descended into this body. It was a similar flower. The demonic cultivation method she practiced had reached its pinnacle, transforming form into formlessness, attaining the fruit of freedom, ever-changing and unfixed.
Now, as she refined this body, it was not because she wished to use it as a foundation to cultivate anew. Nor did she need to cultivate anew. What she sought was completion—to make up the remaining 479,999,999,999 thoughts.
By refining this body, she intended to use it as a foundation to create countless Freedom Blood Devils. Through this body's bloodline, they would seize the bodies of others. As the Blood Devils replicated without end, once their number reached ten million, she could directly raise a supreme devil formation and blood-sacrifice an entire realm.
By her estimate, the vital essence and Dao light generated by blood-sacrificing a realm would be enough to restore this thought of hers to its peak state and condense the embryonic form of a second thought.
The effect might seem rather ordinary, but that was only because her devil arts were so extraordinary. Had it been some other little devilspawn, the gains from the same blood sacrifice might not even amount to one percent of hers.
In scarcely an instant, her fleshly body had been refined into a mass of bloody light. Then, the bloody light split into ten, transforming into ten blood shadows.
Yet with the methods of the modern devil path, those blood shadows did not give off a feeling of terror or profundity. Instead, they carried a