Xiao Yan's body ignited with bright golden flames. These flames did not possess the terrifying heat of the Emperor Flame, nor did they contain immense energy, yet they radiated an exceedingly profound aura and a heart-stopping sense of danger.
His face twitched as if he were in pain, yet a smile curled at the corners of his mouth.
He endured the pain, yet it also felt like a kind of release.
His appearance gradually changed. The clothes on his body became an archaic black robe, and a Pointed Soft Hat appeared atop his head... In the end, he became Amon!
His tightly shut eyes slowly opened. Having completed the theft of Xiao Yan's fate with Xiao Yan's cooperation, Amon tugged at the corners of his mouth twice, wanting to smile but unable to do so.
He raised his right hand, plucked a crystal Monocle from the void, set it into his eye socket, and softly muttered:
"Perhaps if I had honestly explained everything to him from the very beginning, he would have cooperated with my plan and been willing to make the sacrifice... Then there would have been no need to replace Xiao Yan's fate, and he would not have had to die... Am I too dark-hearted? Do I simply never trust others?"
Amon had originally believed this would be a bitter battle, but events unfolded beyond his expectations. Xiao Yan had given up—more completely than he had imagined.
Otherwise, even with so many favorable factors stacked in his favor, if Xiao Yan had resisted, victory would not have come easily to Amon. He might even have lost.
If I had another chance, would I make a different choice?
Amon considered it and arrived at the answer: he would still do the same!
Without Xiao Meng, without the series of