Chapter 3: Magic Patterns

Dressed in animal skins, Mo Zhiyao walked along the bustling street in the city, filled with people and vehicles. As he gazed at the towering shops lining both sides of the street, he felt a sense of being in a different world.

Is it because of the magic essence? A glimmer flashed in Mo Zhiyao's eyes as his right hand rested on his chest. Just now, the clear flow entered his body, merging with the magic essence. The momentary tremor of the magic essence, Mo Zhiyao was certain, was by no means an illusion

Mo Zhiyao was also taken aback; there were over a hundred demon beasts that had died at his own hands, yet this situation was unprecedented.

The clear stream flowed into the body, bringing an unprecedented and unparalleled sense of comfort that made Mo Zhiyao unable to help but let out a long howl towards the sky. However, in the eyes of the two-headed ghost-faced python, a frenzied look emerged, and its tail shot out like lightning, fiercely wrapping around Mo Zhiyao's body, beginning a desperate struggle.

This struggle not only failed to extricate the Ghost-faced Two-headed Python from its crisis, but instead accelerated its demise. Wherever Mo Zhiyao's body made contact with the python, black lines surged forth, penetrating into it, rapidly siphoning off the life essence of the Ghost-faced Two-headed Python

The environment on the second floor is several times better than that on the first floor, extremely elegant. Of course, if one does not possess a certain level of capability, it is likely that one will find it difficult to ascend or descend. As for the third floor, it is reserved for entertaining distinguished guests; if one has money but lacks status, unfortunately, we do not accommodate such individuals

Indeed, big brother. It's not that the brothers are stingy; you are truly a dragon and phoenix among our generation. With five people having advanced to the Qi Gathering Realm, there are barely enough to count on two hands among our peers. Today, you must treat us brothers to a grand feast. Wolf never leaves the pack, and Mo Yang always follows Mo Hang closely, showering him with flattery

A shadow flickered as it stepped onto the second floor; the figure appearing at the staircase was none other than Mo Heng, the one whom Mo Zhiyao loathed to the core

At the wrists of Mo Zhiyao's hands, several black lines suddenly shot out, resembling small snakes, burrowing into the body of the Ghost-faced Two-headed Python. The Ghost-faced Two-headed Python immediately let out a piercing, mournful hiss, and its massive body visibly shrank at an alarming rate

Ah! A piercing scream shattered the night sky, startling countless roosting birds. Mo Zhiyou knelt on the ground, his face contorted, his body convulsing, and he suddenly pounded his fists on the ground, producing a muffled sound

The few individuals who came up afterwards were also old acquaintances, all young members from various families within the clan who had always been closely associated with Mo Heng.

Ignoring the strange gazes of the guests at the entrance, Mo Zhiyao strode into the building. It was mealtime, and the first-floor hall was already crowded, with not a single empty table available

Great! Today, the brothers are feasting freely, and all the expenses will be charged to my account! As always, that boisterous voice rang out; who else could it be but Mo Heng?

A humanoid pattern suddenly appeared in Mo Zhiyao's mind. It bore the texture of meridians, with a flickering red light moving along a peculiar path, continuously wandering and repeating.

The swift movements of the ghost-faced two-headed python appeared to Mo Zhiyao as if they were in slow motion. However, Mo Zhiyao possessed an inexplicable confidence and did not evade, allowing the python's tail to wrap around him.

His last words echoed once more in Mo Zhiyao's mind

Raising both hands and looking at his palms, Mo Zhiyao's expression became somewhat unusual, with a hint of confusion appearing in his eyes

One month later, Panzhihua

"Slaughter, for slaughter will reveal everything to you"

Mo Zhiyao's unusual attire attracted many astonished gazes. However, Mo Zhiyao accepted it calmly and walked forward with confidence

A twisted black pattern resembling a ghostly face, though somewhat dim, is distinctly visible on the left arm, completely unaffected by the dark surroundings. It intertwines with the silver human pattern, revealing a strange and alluring beauty.

As the magic patterns condensed, the ancient demonic essence within Mo Zhiyao's chest also underwent a transformation, not only making the sensation of being bonded more pronounced, but also pulsing slightly, akin to a heartbeat

A sudden feeling arose in my heart, my trembling right hand lifted the sleeve of my left arm, and the distant gaze of my eyes suddenly narrowed

How could this happen! Mo Zhiyao was extremely shocked, and for a moment, he could not find a solution. The intense pain caused his mind to become hazy.

The one who can be lavishly praised by these sycophants is naturally Mo Heng

Mo Heng's expression clearly showed a moment of surprise, while Mo Hang and a few others, who had been diligently flattering and ingratiating themselves, noticed that Mo Heng's demeanor was off and quickly turned to look as well

The path to becoming a demon has already begun from the moment the demonic essence enters your body. From this moment on, you stand on the opposing side of the realms of humans and gods, and what you must face is endless slaughter

A waft of delicious food aromas drifted over, stirring the appetite of Mo Zhiyao, who had been living a primitive life for nearly a year. He hurriedly stepped forward, crossed the street, and followed the scent to a lavishly decorated three-story restaurant located by the roadside.

Hmm? Mo Zhiyao's expression suddenly changed dramatically, as a wave of intense pain, without any warning, swept through his entire body from his heart, interrupting his thoughts

Following closely behind were Mo Hang and Mo Yang, who were naturally overflowing with flattery and uttering nauseating words. These two had not changed much; they remained tall and thin, round and plump, but their faces had lost some of their youthful innocence and gained a bit of maturity. However, the sycophancy on their faces remained unchanged.

In the realm of humans, one cultivates human patterns; only in the realm of demons does one cultivate demon patterns

Mo Zhiyao found a seat near the window and ordered several signature dishes from Shanyuan Tower. Moments later, the dishes were served, and Mo Zhiyao immediately began to enjoy the meal heartily

The expressions on several faces turned somewhat astonished, as they never expected that Mo Zhiyao, who had been missing for nearly a year, would actually appear here

Gradually, the once wildly chaotic essence of life became more docile, and the heart-wrenching pain slowly diminished

A stream of essence of life formed, surging in from all parts of the body, ultimately merging into the eternal demonic essence. Mo Zhi Yao could clearly feel that a connection had unexpectedly formed between himself and the demonic essence that had originally been at odds with him, akin to the sensation of flesh and blood being intertwined. The previously motionless and chillingly cold demonic essence actually emitted a slight tremor. However, it moved slightly and then ceased. The previously motionless and chillingly cold demonic essence actually emitted a slight tremor. However, it moved slightly and then ceased.

"Good!" A wave of enthusiastic cheers erupted behind, sounding genuine. However, whether it was in celebration of Mo Heng's successful advancement or in response to this grand feast remains uncertain

Rising to his feet, a glimmer of red flashed in Mo Zhiyou's eyes, carrying a bloody intent to kill, as he leaped into the darkness!

The chaotic footsteps coming from the stairs, along with a familiar voice, caused Mo Zhiyao to halt his actions at his lips, and the expression on his face turned sullen.

The icy stream rushed rapidly along Mo Zhiyao's arms towards the eternal demonic essence in his chest, and Mo Zhiyao instinctively knew that the stream was, in fact, the life essence of the Ghost-Faced Two-Headed Python

Mo Zhiyao let out a scoff from the bottom of his heart. When he left back then, Mo Heng had already reached the fifth level of the Dao Pattern. It is only now that he has managed to break through to the Qi Gathering Realm, which suggests he is still unwilling to give up, trying to condense the sixth Dao Pattern. However, it seems he has not succeeded.

Big brother, you have been in seclusion for a whole month and have finally succeeded in advancing to the Gathering Qi Realm. Today, no matter what, we must celebrate properly with the brothers!" It was still that same obsequious voice; although the person was not visible, Mo Zhiyao could tell it was Mo Hang.

The pain that has not completely dissipated caused Mo Zhiyao to temporarily halt his thoughts. Looking at the still incomplete magic patterns on his arm, Mo Zhiyao knew that the slaughter must continue

Mo Zhiyao's teeth clicked sharply, and his eyes instantly filled with bloodshot veins, suffering to an unbearable degree. The life essence that had previously brought him immense pleasure now surged forth from the ancient demonic source, rampaging through his body like a ferocious flood.

Only by condensing magic patterns corresponding to the number of human patterns can one continue to condense human patterns. The reason Mo Zhiyao did not continue to condense magic patterns, but instead hurried to Pan City, is that in a few days it will be the anniversary of his father Mo Cang's death

Mo Zhiyao was seated diagonally opposite the stairway. As Mo Heng took a few steps, he spotted the beast-skin youth sitting there.

As one of the twelve elders of the clan, Mo Cang naturally possessed immense wealth. After his death, all of his assets were, of course, inherited by Mo Zhiyao. If Mo Zhiyao were content with a simple life, the wealth left by Mo Cang would be sufficient for him to squander for three lifetimes

Having grown accustomed to tranquility, Mo Zhiyao frowned slightly and walked towards the second floor. The attendant stationed at the staircase was about to intervene, but upon receiving a cold glance from Mo Zhiyao, he immediately shivered and dared not utter another word.

This is ... ... magic pattern

Shan Yuan Lou, the largest restaurant in Pan City. The owner, Fu Kuan, is a smooth operator, well-connected with various parties, and has established good relations with the four prominent families in Pan City, including the Mo family. As a result, he is well-respected and enjoys considerable influence in Pan City.

Ha! With a light shout from Mo Zhiyao, the two pairs of eyes of the ghost-faced two-headed python, filled with despair, turned to a lifeless gray-white, devoid of any trace of vitality, and its massive body instantly turned to ashes, leaving no bones behind

After a year, Mo Heng's physique has become more robust, and he has grown taller as well. There is a slight growth of facial hair around his lips. However, at the age of fourteen, he appears to have the appearance and stature of an average eighteen or nineteen-year-old.

As if blessed with a divine insight, Mo Zhiyao endured the excruciating pain, striving to control the wild, stallion-like essence of life within him, and began to navigate along the path indicated by the red glow on the humanoid pattern in his mind

His identity is evident, he is actually a demon

Yet, the corners of Mo Zhiyao's mouth also lifted into a chilling arc. Unexpectedly, just after returning to Pan City, he encountered Mo Heng and a few others again, as if fate had conspired against them.

At this moment, Mo Zhiyao's mood is vastly different compared to a year ago. The successful convergence of three human patterns and two demonic patterns brings Mo Zhiyao a sense of exhilaration and relief.

After successfully condensing the magic pattern, the second human fruit was indeed formed effortlessly. The subsequent twenty days of bloody slaughter allowed Mo Zhiyao to achieve this remarkable yet terrifying cultivation result.

It was as if it were an instinct inherent from birth; although it was their first encounter, Mo Zhiyao recognized at a glance the origin of this black pattern.

The four months of life-and-death struggle had honed Mo Zhiyao's reflexes to an extraordinary degree. With his arms extended and fingers curled into claws, he accurately grasped the area beneath the two heads of the ghost-faced double-headed python, demonstrating an impressive precision that left onlookers astonished. However, before Mo Zhiyao could exert any force, an unexpected change occurred