Zhang Yuanqing almost thought the "Demon Lord's Obsession" had brought him into the universe, to the sea of stars.
Only when he saw that massive celestial body and sensed its familiar aura did he realize that this might be the Spirit Realm.
Whenever a Slaughter Dungeon opened, the demigods would roam the Spirit Realm and watch from outside the dungeon. Fu Qingyang had mentioned that beyond the dungeon lay a dazzling "river of stars."
The aura of Lunar Power—it was complete Lunar Power. Zhang Yuanqing stared at the pitch-black moon, his heart stirring with an instinctive longing and desire.
That Black Moon held a fatal allure for Night Wanderers.
Zhang Yuanqing felt the Lunar Power within him begin to spiral out of control, dragged from his body by a powerful suction force toward the distant Lunar Power. In just a few breaths, more than half of the Lunar Power he had painstakingly accumulated was lost.
"Ling Tuo!"
The Demon Lord's Obsession gazed toward the Lunar Power. His voice boomed like thunder, like a tsunami. "I've come to take revenge on you!"
Within the Black Moon, a pair of enormous eyes suddenly opened and looked over from an immeasurably distant place.
"Demon Lord? A lingering fragment of consciousness." A soft laugh came from within the Black Moon. "When you were alive, I could grind your bones to dust and scatter your ashes. Now that only a fragment of consciousness remains, you still want to be a moth flying into the flame?"
Zhang Yuanqing felt an extreme fury surge into his heart, blazing like a wildfire. It made his scalp tighten and his blood pressure rise. He knew this was the Demon Lord's Obsession's emotion; as its host, he was inevitably affected.
That fury, unwillingness, hatred, and loathing transformed into wild laughter