A great sun fell from the sky!
It plunged into the Six Paths Sect's mountain headquarters, which had known peace for nearly ten thousand years.
The sect's hundreds of thousands of cultivators, including its Nascent Soul True Lords and Golden Core True Persons, had no time to react. It was too fast, and the light carried a weighty sword intent that suppressed them all.
"No! That isn't the ancestor!"
"What is that..."
Six-Finger Old Devil, the foremost demonic cultivator of the Northern Plains, was the only person in the headquarters who retained even a little ability to react.
He stared at his hands and feet in terror.
Pop, pop!
His skin split open. Amid the blood, eyeballs sprouted like mushrooms after rain, blinking as blood smeared their surfaces.
The eyeballs spread madly in every direction, through his body and into his soul. Almost instantly, they covered him inside and out.
...Hungry...
...I'm hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry...
...Father, eat, eat, eat, eat...
Six-Finger Old Devil discovered in horror that every piece of his flesh seemed to have gained an independent soul. They shrieked for change, struggling to become separate, chaotic lives that would drain his life to survive. They were just like...
His own children!
He looked around. The hundreds of thousands of Six Paths Sect disciples had all taken on bizarre forms. Some had eight heads, some had nine mouths, and some had sixteen arms...
A Celestial Lord!
An unfamiliar Celestial Lord!
One of those ancient, monstrously vicious devils—even one that's lost human form and consciousness and become a pure fiend!
A terrifying thought flashed through Six-Finger Old Devil's mind, and his body shook uncontrollably.
Compared with such a fiend, he was practically a saint who had been virtuous for nine lifetimes, a living Buddha to ten thousand families!