"Each has its merits."
Fang Fan glanced around. This place really did seem well suited to contemplating the Evil Rule.
All living things harbored evil thoughts, and evil lurked everywhere in the world. Gloomy as the Divine Temple was, it was the perfect place to quiet the mind and listen to the undercurrents hidden beneath the light.
Before long, the two reached the deepest part of the Divine Temple.
There was no statue there, only an altar woven from countless black divine runes.
Above the altar, a pitch-black halo turned slowly. It gave off no light, yet its weight made it impossible to look at directly.
One glance was enough to stir the murderous urges, desires, and obsessions buried deepest in Fang Fan's heart. They writhed, ready to break free.
"That is the manifestation of my Evil Rule."
The Evil God King stopped before the altar and turned to Fang Fan. For once, his smile faded.
"I'll warn you now. My rule has nothing to do with gentleness or restraint.
You must let evil thoughts enter your body, then use your will as a furnace to refine them into something of your own.
Hold firm, and you gain another rule. Fail, and those thoughts will turn on you. At best, you'll go mad. At worst, you'll die.
You may be half a step from God Emperor, but don't let your guard down."
Fang Fan nodded, his expression calm.
"I swallowed Destruction. Why would I fear a few evil thoughts?
Teacher, let's begin."
Seeing him like this, the Evil God King felt somewhat reassured.
He said no more. Raising a hand, he grabbed at the black halo.
The entire Evil God King's Hall shuddered. The ring of black light shot out like a living thing and plunged straight into Fang Fan's