What Does the Heavenly Revelation Alliance Really Want?

Although Beimou had not yet cultivated into a True Demon in the truest sense, he had still entered the demonic path and become a demon. His realm had long surpassed that of an ordinary Great Devil.

There had been an online joke in Ji Yuan's previous life: going dark made one stronger, while washing oneself clean made one weaker. It actually held some truth when dealing with those who had entered the demonic path. Whether human or demon, the deeper one fell into demonhood—even becoming a demon outright—the stronger one became compared to one's original Cultivation Path. Their thoughts would grow cunning and extreme, yet the flaws in their State of Mind would lessen greatly. After all, they were already demons.

That did not mean Beimou felt no fear. Even True Demons had things they feared, much less him. Demons generally feared righteous cultivators like Ji Yuan, whose cultivation was so profound that they could not contend against him. Yet there was one kind of fear that came strangely. Since becoming a demon, Beimou had encountered it only twice.

The first time had gradually emerged after he became Lu Wu's companion. Beimou had inadvertently discovered that whenever Lu Wu revealed certain traces of his aura, fear would rise in his heart, as though the Demon Race beside him was some even more terrifying monster. Yet Beimou had never shown it before Lu Wu.

The second time was now, when he heard that hoarse laughter. This sensation of fear was somewhat like what he felt before Lu Wu, yet vastly different—and far more intense than that vague feeling he had experienced while with Lu Wu. It was so intense that it was like facing a fierce mountain beast back when he had still been an ordinary person.

"Just what are you?