To practice this art, one must first castrate oneself.
Yao Fei's scalp went numb as he read the description. His eyes gradually turned bloodshot. This immortal art... would destroy everything in his future!
But when he turned to look at the people still hunting him down—and, for some inexplicable reason, growing ever more numerous—he gritted his teeth and accepted it.
If he did not accept it, then there would be no future.
Yao Fei unleashed the final roar of his life, shaking the four directions. Veins bulged across his forehead as, before everyone's eyes, he raised his hand and castrated himself. What use was any of this anymore?!
Everyone pursuing him was horrified. Was there truly such a ferocious madman in this world?!
Yao Fei instantly cultivated the Sunflower Manual and slaughtered in all directions. He had grown stronger, but also somewhat deranged. His psyche became grotesquely twisted as he began wandering the world, killing in all directions.
No one could kill him completely, because at the very last moment, he would always inexplicably erupt with hidden potential and strike back to kill them!
Legends of this yin-yang freak spread throughout the land. The demon had emerged to bring calamity upon the world, and righteous people from every faction took it as their duty to slay this fiend.
Yao Fei lived in extraordinary agony every day, yet he was unable to tear himself away from the intoxicating power.
No one knew how many years passed before he erupted with hidden potential and killed the final righteous ancestor, the one with the most profound cultivation. At last, he stood invincible beneath the heavens, looking down upon the mortal world. No one dared point fingers at him again.
One day, he strode down an official road in peerless splendor, yet a child