Shi Yijian could not find an answer. Just then, the Shi Household sent him an invitation, so he decided to return to Pill Fragrance City to seek his answer. Just as Wen Xu had returned to the Mortal Realm, there were always things one had to face.
So he put his mask back on and returned to the Shi Household.
Shi Yijian had thought he would emerge transformed, but instead, he sank deep into the demonic path, never to be as he once was. The Demon Seed's powerful, sinister force relentlessly devoured his Golden Core. His mind was filled with unbearable memories, and he could feel his body bleeding without cease—the signal of life draining away.
When the last drop of his blood ran dry, it would mean the Demon Seed had fully parasitized him. It would control his body, this body born as a Demon Fetus, and he would truly become a tool—a tool that knew only how to kill.
Looking back in a daze, he realized he had been walking the same road all along. He had thought he had long since escaped that low, square patch of sky, but in truth, he had only been marking time where he stood.
A tool since childhood, a tool still after growing up. Yonglu Mountain was not his home, only a false and beautiful Illusory Realm.
Shi Yijian was bound flat on his back upon the ground, the formation's power absorbing every drop of his vital blood and essence. He had lost all strength to resist, just like when he had been hung up and beaten until not a patch of skin remained intact as a child. He should have died then, but his life was tough, and he simply would not die.
He had thought it was fate smiling