Qin Fen could no longer stay calm. He had confirmed one thing: he could communicate with things like Revelation, and even do something with them.
Minghe was even less calm. He had turned into a horse, and that big, fat idiot Xing Tian was riding him. What the actual fuck? He would rather die. There was absolutely nothing to look forward to anymore.
Minghe realized that he had not merely transformed; the laws themselves had changed him. He had been born in the Blood Sea, making the Blood Sea his mother. Now his mother wanted him to serve as a beast of burden, and he had no choice but to obey. The most ridiculous part was that the transformation seemed irreversible. He racked his brains and exhausted his magical power, pushing the Thirty-Six Transformations to absurd extremes, yet he still could not fucking change back.
Am I doomed to spend my whole life as livestock? Minghe's heart hurt, right down to its core. What happened to reaching the pinnacle of life? I simply cannot accept this! Minghe cried. No, the horse cried.
A mighty warrior would rather die standing than live on his knees. To turn him into a horse and make him carry his mortal enemy, the idiot he had schemed against, for the rest of his life-how could he bear it? Unfortunately, he could not die even if he wanted to. These were the laws of the Asura Path, the rules of the Six Paths. What did the Six Paths govern? Life, death, and Reincarnation. He wanted to die now? He could stop fucking dreaming.
So Minghe cried. He really cried. It would have been a lie to say he did not.
Xing Tian looked around, then raised his battle-ax and saluted the sky. "I am the blade