"No..."
On the bed in the Firewood Shed, Ye Hui curled beneath the warm covers, his expression tormented and restless, beads of cold sweat covering his forehead and neck.
The despair and venomous hatred in his dream held his divine soul in a death grip.
His violently surging emotions instantly sent the devouring power in his shattered dantian out of control.
Wisps of black vapor seeped from his pores and rampaged through the cramped room, on the verge of tearing apart the meridians that had only just been reconnected.
After that, Ye Hui's memories grew confused.
Sword light.
A woman's sobbing.
A young man's clear, resolute voice.
"Everyone in Blackwater Town is dead! Traces of devouring evil power remain at the scene. Ye Hui has indeed fallen into demonhood!"
"Congratulations on slaying the Flower Demon, Senior Brother Ye! To think she was hiding such a supreme offensive treasure. It belongs with you, Senior Brother."
"Devil Lord! And that deranged demoness! Today is the day you fiends die!"
Ye Hui stood at the edge of a cliff, coldly looking down upon the cultivators before him who claimed to be "slaying demons and defending the righteous path."
Fiend, villain, harbinger of misfortune, enemy of destiny.
He gave a low chuckle.
"Then let's all die together."
Ye Hui slowly raised his hand and touched a line of blood at the center of his forehead.
There, a terrifying eye hidden deep within his soul was about to be forced open.
"Ngh!"
In the Firewood Shed, Ye Hui let out a muffled groan of pain, veins bulging at his temples.
The more he suppressed that power, the more violently it stirred, as though some unseen force were drawing it onward, making it tear madly at his divine soul.
The black vapor grew denser. Wisps of