Chapter 2: Transformation

Mo Zhiyao is not deaf; he hears every discussion and whisper of his clansmen and subordinates clearly. Each word feels like a sharp knife piercing his heart

The flames before him gave Mo Zhiyao a sense of severing ties with the past, as if the previous years had also dissipated into thin air.

Mo Zhiyao did not understand why "he" would look at himself in such a way, why there would be such an expression in "his" eyes. In addition to the Eternal Demon Essence and the "Demon Decision", what "he" left for himself were countless mysteries

Hmph! Mo Zhi Yao let out a cold snort, her foot stomped on the ground, and her figure was as agile and light as a raccoon, darting forward close to the ground, unexpectedly taking the initiative to launch an attack

Then, he slapped Mo Zhiyao on the forehead, and Mo Zhiyao felt a massive stream of information surge into his mind in an instant, but it was fleeting and could not be inquired in detail; he could only vaguely sense two captivating characters—Demon Decision

As he lowered his body, Mo Zhiyao looked up to see a giant python, as thick as a water barrel, its entire body adorned with vibrant patterns, coiled on the ground with two heads.

He is not wrong; Mo Zhiyao cherishes this hard-won opportunity immensely. With his father's vengeance unavenged and his shame unatoned, how could Mo Zhiyao possibly choose death

No one knows what kind of days Mo Zhiyao has endured during these ten months, the piercing wails that resound for a full five hours each day before finally ceasing, merely hearing them is enough to send all living souls into a state of panic

Ten months ago, Mo Zhiyao was still a waste who could not even condense a single trace of spiritual pattern, but now. Mo Zhiyao gently placed his right hand on his left arm, lifting the cuff, revealing a silver mysterious pattern radiating a faint glow, the excitement in his eyes was unmistakable

After six months, Mo Zhiyao had completely adapted to the suffering of the Essence Body. Once the Essence Body was completed, after a brief rest, he could move freely, unlike at the beginning when, after the Essence Body, he lay there like a dead man, unable to move.

Initially, it was merely an ordinary demon beast. As time passed, the demon beasts he captured became increasingly fierce and formidable. Until yesterday, when the head of a saber-toothed tiger, which had already developed a rudimentary level of intelligence, was held in Mo Zhiyao's hand

"Hehe, you wouldn't understand." The smile on his face grew more pronounced, filled with confidence and a hint of mockery towards Mo Zhiyao. "To endure under my demonic blood essence, you who once felt such despair, would never choose that path."

The solitary and desolate figure, under the slanting rays of the setting sun, is tinged with a layer of blood color, slaughter, from this moment onward

Entering the dense forest, Mo Zhiyao discerned the direction and began to run towards the direction of Pan City, where the Mo family was located

With one last glance at the billowing black smoke and the wooden cabin that had sheltered him for ten months in the distance, Mo Zhiyao turned and walked towards the dense forest ahead

Two python heads, one above the other, each possessing a pair of enormous eyes that glimmer like cold bronze bells. Their tongues flicker in and out, hissing ominously. On each of the python heads, there are patterns resembling the faces of fierce ghosts, instilling a sense of dread in those who gaze upon them

The skin of the entire body feels as if it has been brutally peeled away, every strand of flesh, every piece of bone, and every vein seems to have been sliced by a sharp blade; that kind of pain, without personal experience, words cannot express even a fraction of it

Look, that useless one, only twelve years old, yet he cannot even condense a single trace of a pattern. If it weren't for his father being an elder in the clan, who has always protected him, he would have been expelled long ago. Unfortunately, his father died in battle last year, and they couldn't even recover his body. This time, let's see how he will manage

Waste, a year later, you will no longer have the chance to pay respects and bow to your dead old man! Hahaha!

The fierce flames roared, and the fire serpents flickered. Mo Zhiyao gazed at the enormous corpse gradually turning to ash in the bonfire, feeling a mix of emotions within. Amidst the relief of liberation, there was the joy of rebirth from the cocoon, yet also a suffocating heaviness.

Encountered "him"! Everything in Mo Zhiyao's life underwent a tremendous change, yet these ten months of time are a nightmare that Mo Zhiyao himself is unwilling to recall

With a whoosh, a dark shadow shot down from above like an arrow, cutting through the air, passing through where Mo Zhiyao had just been, and landing on the ground

"Slaughter, for slaughter will reveal everything to you." His voice was faint, almost inaudible, yet his blood-red eyes shone with an unusual brightness

The flowers in the greenhouse may be more vibrant, but their vitality cannot compare to the weeds that grow in the scorching heat and bitter cold! The life-and-death struggle with demonic beasts is far more effective than cultivating in seclusion at home by several times

Having undergone the transformation of the Demon Blood Essence, Mo Zhiyao has completely undergone a rebirth, with his senses becoming extraordinarily acute. Even the slightest rustle of grass or the whisper of the wind from several miles away can be distinctly felt, as if he is experiencing it firsthand

Now, Mo Zhiyao has grown nearly a head taller than before, his once frail body has also become considerably more robust. His long hair reaches his waist, and his delicate features have lost some of their youthful innocence, gaining a touch of severity instead. His deep-set eyes appear exceptionally sharp.

Whenever Mo Zhiyao found it difficult to persevere, the kind and gentle faces of his father and Elder Xuan Yu would appear before him, along with the sneering face of the one who had trampled him underfoot

In the following four months, "he" would capture a demon beast every day, forcing Mo Zhiyao to fight it, and informing Mo Zhiyao that only one of them, either the person or the beast, could survive

The ghost-faced two-headed python, although massive in size, is extremely agile and possesses a highly potent venom, making it quite troublesome. However, for Mo Zhiyao, who has over a hundred "beast" lives in his hands and can even slay a saber-toothed tiger that has just begun to develop intelligence, it is merely a piece of cake

The Black Lotus Mountain Range, located several thousand miles away from Pan City, made Mo Zhi Yao assess his own speed and conclude that a month's time would be sufficient to return to the Mo family.

"Who exactly are you? Why do I feel that I can continue to condense the human pattern, yet I am unable to do so?" As he witnessed the massive body of "him" being devoured by the fire serpent, Mo Zhiyao asked the most important question in his heart

I can choose death!" Mo Zhiyao looked at "him" without the slightest concession, speaking in a cold voice. Two months ago, he successfully condensed his first human pattern, and from that moment on, Mo Zhiyao no longer wanted anyone to manipulate his life.

Ghost-faced two-headed python! Mo Zhiyao raised an eyebrow, recognizing the origin of the giant python before him. Not to mention the ten months spent living here, just based on the notorious reputation of the Black Lotus Mountain Range, most of the demon beasts within it have been documented in the clan's charts, allowing Mo Zhiyao to identify it at a glance

Reaching out to touch the area over one's heart, one cannot feel the heartbeat, yet there is a trace of extreme cold and chill. There, there is no heart; instead, there exists an ancient demonic essence that remains in the three realms!

That Mo Zhiyao is nothing but a good-for-nothing, spending his days idly waiting for death, bringing shame to our Mo family

Watching the distant figure of Mo Zhiyao leave, his voice was so low that only he could hear it: "You are the last hope of the Demon Realm; if you die, the Demon Realm will be completely destroyed"

It has been ten months since he was abducted by "him" from the Mo family and brought to this place—the Black Lotus Mountains, notorious for its fearsome reputation and rampant demonic beasts

Hmm? In a flash, Mo Zhiyao's gaze shifted as his figure, moving in a straight line, inexplicably darted sideways.

In the flames, "he" showed no signs of pain; instead, his gaze towards Mo Zhiyao was filled with hope and anticipation

I am not worthless, I am not! One day, I will avenge my father and trample all those who look down on me and have hurt me underfoot! The roar of anger and hatred deep within Mo Zhiyao supports him, allowing him to endure.

That is the Eternal Demon Essence, the only one in the Three Realms. After he finished all this, he coldly threw out a sentence. Once he spoke, he did not give Mo Zhiyao any chance to ask questions, and just lay down in the dry firewood that had already been prepared, raising his hand, a ball of flames engulfed him.

With a loud bang, Mo Zhiyao clenched his fists, the joints turning pale from the excessive force. Looking down at the bloodstains on his chest, a glint of cold light flashed in Mo Zhiyao's eyes, and his gaze towards the corpse in the fire grew more complex.

You have not disappointed me. The path to becoming a demon has already begun from the moment the demonic essence entered your body. From this moment on, you stand on the opposing side of both the human and divine realms. What you must face is endless slaughter! Do you not seek revenge? Do you not wish to rise? Then diligently practice the "Demonic Decision." In the flames, his smile appeared so cruel, and his aged voice, filled with profound weariness, resonated directly in Mo Zhiyao's mind.

The physical abilities have also been significantly enhanced. Although only a single pattern has been condensed, Mo Zhiyao is confident that he can contend against those youths in the clan who possess two or even three patterns, and emerge victorious.

It was "him" who used his own blood to nourish Mo Zhiyao's essence. At the moment when the blood, with a thick scent so intense it was suffocating, and a bizarre dark green hue, was smeared on his body, Mo Zhiyao truly experienced what it meant to wish for death, to feel that life was worse than death

The hardships experienced in childhood, along with the brutal training over the past ten months, have made Mo Zhiyao particularly fond of darkness. Immersed in it, the cold night breeze brushes against the skin, making Mo Zhiyao feel exceptionally relaxed and comfortable

Mo Zhiyao's gaze was even colder, his expression resembling an ancient glacier that had never melted.

The wound on Mo Zhiyao's chest miraculously healed, leaving no trace whatsoever. Only the bloodstains on the collar served as a reminder that Mo Zhiyao's recent experience was not a dream, but a reality

The origins and identity of "him" remained undisclosed until the very moment he breathed his last. After spending ten months with "him", Mo Zhiyao obtained only the ancient demonic essence that had replaced his own heart, as well as a scroll of the "Demonic Formula" imprinted in his mind

As Mo Zhiyao approached, the ghost-faced two-headed python let out a low hiss, its body shooting out like lightning, with the two python heads lunging from either side to fiercely bite Mo Zhiyao

What left Mo Zhiyao feeling horrified was that not only was he not dead, but he was also forced to watch as "he" stuffed a colorful object into his chest, replacing his heart

Just an hour ago, "he" personally tore open Mo Zhiyao's chest. At that moment, Mo Zhiyao thought he was doomed to die