What Exactly Are You?

Within the Interworld Domain, Su Ming slowly opened his eyes. A streak of golden light flashed from them, and an indescribable aura radiated from his entire body.

"Did it work?"

The old fox beside him opened his eyes, looked at Su Ming, then froze.

"Why have you turned back into a Demon?"

Yes. At this moment, Su Ming radiated an utterly pure Demon aura. It was far too pure—a pure Demon.

Since the world first opened, Demons had mingled and intermingled constantly. The first Demon born when creation began had long since vanished, and there were no longer any pure Demons in the world.

Could it be that the so-called method of shedding one's Demon aura was to completely transform oneself into a pure Demon?

That was too damn absurd, wasn't it?

The old fox felt as though heaven and earth had played an enormous joke on him. He nearly thought he was hallucinating.

Su Ming felt the same. The instant he emerged, he sensed that something was wrong with himself.

Before him lay his fallen clansmen. Even the distant Dragon Clan had been drained clean by him, treated as tools for purification.

Had he not gone to such lengths precisely to transform himself into a Sea Demon? How had he ended up becoming a Demon again—and an even more Demonic Demon than before?

Which step had gone wrong?

No, even if something had gone wrong, it should not have resulted in the complete opposite of what he wanted.

Su Ming's head was about to explode. The Heavenly Tribulation had arrived, yet he had become its target. What was this, lifting a rock only to smash his own foot?

Still, Su Ming forcibly calmed himself, because he discovered that his control over the Sea Demons had not been affected at