Chapter 148: Becoming A Demon
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Chapter 148: Becoming A Demon
As Wang Xuan ventured into the mist, the world transformed around him. It seemed as though the fog had served as a boundary between life and death.
Outside the mist, the sun blazed fiercely, with vast forests, numerous lakes, and monsters roaming freely. It was brimming with vitality. But inside this veil of fog, a full moon hung in the sky, casting a deep nocturnal shade, making everything eerily silent.
Wang Xuan wondered if he'd stepped into a different realm. Has some twist of fate transported me to an unknown land? He had read tales of time-travel and alternate universes, but he had never met any of the clichéd fates one reads about. There was no car, nor was there a suicide attempt. His last memory was of battling extraordinary creatures.
The silence in this new world was deafening; Wang Xuan couldn't even hear his footsteps. As he glanced down at his body, he noticed bleeding from various places. Panic gripped him; something felt profoundly wrong about this place.
Turning around, hoping to trace his way back through the mist, he froze. The fog that he'd passed through had vanished, leaving only the dark of the night. Had he truly landed in a new world?
Doubtfully, Wang Xuan gazed at the barren ground where his faint footprints were the only mark. He decided to retrace his steps, hoping to break through the barrier and return to the sunlight. Yet, as he walked deeper into the darkness, a suffocating sensation gripped him. It felt like drowning, and his consciousness began to blur, threatening to shatter.
Desperate, Wang Xuan retreated quickly, gulping down air once he felt he was out of immediate danger. He stood, lost in this unfamiliar world, with no way back. To add to his distress, Wang Xuan could feel sharp pains throughout his body. Red blotches were spreading, seeping blood—the aftermath of consuming the blood grapes. Was he turning into some demonic creature?
As Wang Xuan's eyelids twitched with discomfort, he felt a stinging pain, and soon, crimson tears streamed down his face, appearing eerily like tears of blood.
No ancient technique from the Early Qin sages nor the martial arts of the Five-Page Golden Book could stem his grotesque transformation. It seemed this silent, otherworldly realm only intensified his slide into demonhood. Disturbingly, the red patches on his skin started to swell, hinting at something alien wanting to emerge.
His body was in turmoil. Blood and cold sweat seeped from every pore. Despite employing the formidable defenses of the Golden Body Technique, it couldn't fend off this malevolent change. It felt like creatures were wrestling their way out from his very soul.
A peculiar call emanated from the heart of this new domain, tugging at his now emerging demonic instincts. Curiously, the deeper he ventured, the more his agony dulled.
But with every step, the physical manifestations grew more shocking. His hair, once of a common shade, transformed to a deep blood-red and elongated wildly. His shoes split open, revealing newly formed, razor-sharp talons. Most horrifyingly, his shoulders bulged and, to his utter disbelief, two small heads began to sprout. The easing of pain did little to comfort him. The horror of his morphing body gripped him tighter than any previous encounter. For Wang Xuan, a modern man of flesh and blood, the prospect of evolving into a demon was inconceivable.
His past brushes with the supernatural—a sword-wielding fairy, a confrontation with a red-robed demoness—paled in comparison to this current terror.
How could his human essence shift so dramatically in mere moments?
Alarmed, he hastened his retreat. He pondered whether this fog-shrouded expanse housed elements that accelerated one's demonic transformation. Earlier, he had overheard alien entities speculate about secret passages within this realm. But his current predicament cast doubt on any such hopeful rumors.
As Wang Xuan neared the boundary of this area, the demonic alterations in him were undeniable. He gazed at his elongated talons, lamenting, "Can this monstrous transformation not be undone?"
Wang Xuan's very spirit seemed to quiver, echoing the tremors in his physical being. An inexplicable yearning gnawed at him, luring him deeper into this strange new world. Yet he resisted the pull, skirting the edge of darkness. He felt that the impulse beckoning him was not of his true self, but rather a sinister transformation taking root.
A scream ripped through him. The agony was unbearable, which was saying something for someone like Wang Xuan, whose strong-willed spirit had forged its own dominion. All over his body, the ominous red patches tore open. This wasn’t merely skin deep; even his bones felt the cruel shift. The sensation was akin to being flayed and deboned.
He had endured numerous trials since embracing ancient arts, but this was uncharted torment. It wasn't an enemy inflicting pain, but his very body betraying him.
Aghast, Wang Xuan realized that while he remained motionless, his shadow was performing a frenzied dance, with various demonic forms emerging. He was convinced this wasn't merely the aftereffect of consuming the blood grapes; it had everything to do with this cursed land.
"Is this the secret path of demons?" he pondered.
This place was sinister, not meant for humans. It seemed designed to accelerate one's transformation into a monster.
"I refuse to become a demon! I cannot fall here!" Wang Xuan roared, taken aback by the monstrous timbre of his own voice, which now sounded like a formidable demon's.
Struggling with his sense of self, Wang Xuan realized his physical form remained stationary, but the horde of shadows behind him seemed to push him forward. His feet dragged deep tracks in the ground. Even as he tried to resist, his shadowy entourage propelled him closer to the luminescent blue pond.
Behind him, cacophonies of beastly roars and birdlike screeches resonated, as if a throng of mythical creatures were wrestling and howling. Although he had only one physical body, there appeared to be hundreds of shadows writhing and twisting behind him.
"What unholy transformation is this?!" he exclaimed, filled with dread and confusion.
As he neared the edge of the blue pond, the scenery shifted abruptly and dramatically.
With a deafening crash, everything changed.
Waves surged, seeming to kiss the heavens. What met Wang Xuan's gaze was an expansive ocean, its raging tides crashing onto the shore. Along the coast stood towering platforms, each surrounded by countless beings, human and otherwise.
"I want to become the Golden Winged Roc!"
From beneath one of the platforms, a humanoid creature roared this declaration. Around him, both humans and creatures joined in, their cries fervent. Above them, on the platform, a radiant golden glow encased a silent bird with its eyes closed – a magnificent roc.
On another platform, another group of zealous beings shouted, waving their arms dramatically, "I want to become the Thousand-Armed Deity!" Their platform was graced by a divine glow, within which sat a hazy figure, a man with a thousand arms.
Reaching the coast, Wang Xuan felt as if he was being torn apart. The shadows behind him danced frantically, trying to pull him towards different platforms. Hundreds of such platforms stood tall, each representing a legendary entity shrouded in a mysterious glow and worshiped by legions below.
"This isn't real! Everything I see is an illusion! I want none of this!" Wang Xuan yelled.
However, his body bled in reality. The shadows tore at him, almost ripping him apart, causing intense pain throughout his being. "If you wish to become monsters, go on your own! Wings, horns, tails, demonic wings, three heads, a thousand arms, whatever! Just get away from me! Stop tormenting my body!" His voice raspy with effort, Wang Xuan struggled fiercely, refusing to be abducted or transformed into one of those grotesque creatures.
As he fought, the vast ocean seemed to caress the moon in the sky. Deep within the waves, Wang Xuan spotted a flat boat, shimmering golden, tossed occasionally skyward by the tides, nearly touching the moon.
It was a boat carved from the Ascension Bamboo. He had seen such a craft before in the underground lab of the Greater Khingan Range, where a female alchemist lay in such a bamboo boat, full of life after three millennia.
Now, he encountered this unique bamboo boat again, only this time, it was much larger. With a diameter of three meters, the body of the Ascension Bamboo floated resiliently in the ocean, unfazed by the roaring waves.
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Chapter 148: Becoming A Demon
As Wang Xuan ventured into the mist, the world transformed around him. It seemed as though the fog had served as a boundary between life and death.
Outside the mist, the sun blazed fiercely, with vast forests, numerous lakes, and monsters roaming freely. It was brimming with vitality. But inside this veil of fog, a full moon hung in the sky, casting a deep nocturnal shade, making everything eerily silent.
Wang Xuan wondered if he'd stepped into a different realm. Has some twist of fate transported me to an unknown land? He had read tales of time-travel and alternate universes, but he had never met any of the clichéd fates one reads about. There was no car, nor was there a suicide attempt. His last memory was of battling extraordinary creatures.
The silence in this new world was deafening; Wang Xuan couldn't even hear his footsteps. As he glanced down at his body, he noticed bleeding from various places. Panic gripped him; something felt profoundly wrong about this place.
Turning around, hoping to trace his way back through the mist, he froze. The fog that he'd passed through had vanished, leaving only the dark of the night. Had he truly landed in a new world?
Doubtfully, Wang Xuan gazed at the barren ground where his faint footprints were the only mark. He decided to retrace his steps, hoping to break through the barrier and return to the sunlight. Yet, as he walked deeper into the darkness, a suffocating sensation gripped him. It felt like drowning, and his consciousness began to blur, threatening to shatter.
Desperate, Wang Xuan retreated quickly, gulping down air once he felt he was out of immediate danger. He stood, lost in this unfamiliar world, with no way back. To add to his distress, Wang Xuan could feel sharp pains throughout his body. Red blotches were spreading, seeping blood—the aftermath of consuming the blood grapes. Was he turning into some demonic creature?
As Wang Xuan's eyelids twitched with discomfort, he felt a stinging pain, and soon, crimson tears streamed down his face, appearing eerily like tears of blood.
No ancient technique from the Early Qin sages nor the martial arts of the Five-Page Golden Book could stem his grotesque transformation. It seemed this silent, otherworldly realm only intensified his slide into demonhood. Disturbingly, the red patches on his skin started to swell, hinting at something alien wanting to emerge.
His body was in turmoil. Blood and cold sweat seeped from every pore. Despite employing the formidable defenses of the Golden Body Technique, it couldn't fend off this malevolent change. It felt like creatures were wrestling their way out from his very soul.
A peculiar call emanated from the heart of this new domain, tugging at his now emerging demonic instincts. Curiously, the deeper he ventured, the more his agony dulled.
But with every step, the physical manifestations grew more shocking. His hair, once of a common shade, transformed to a deep blood-red and elongated wildly. His shoes split open, revealing newly formed, razor-sharp talons. Most horrifyingly, his shoulders bulged and, to his utter disbelief, two small heads began to sprout. The easing of pain did little to comfort him. The horror of his morphing body gripped him tighter than any previous encounter. For Wang Xuan, a modern man of flesh and blood, the prospect of evolving into a demon was inconceivable.
His past brushes with the supernatural—a sword-wielding fairy, a confrontation with a red-robed demoness—paled in comparison to this current terror.
How could his human essence shift so dramatically in mere moments?
Alarmed, he hastened his retreat. He pondered whether this fog-shrouded expanse housed elements that accelerated one's demonic transformation. Earlier, he had overheard alien entities speculate about secret passages within this realm. But his current predicament cast doubt on any such hopeful rumors.
As Wang Xuan neared the boundary of this area, the demonic alterations in him were undeniable. He gazed at his elongated talons, lamenting, "Can this monstrous transformation not be undone?"
Wang Xuan's very spirit seemed to quiver, echoing the tremors in his physical being. An inexplicable yearning gnawed at him, luring him deeper into this strange new world. Yet he resisted the pull, skirting the edge of darkness. He felt that the impulse beckoning him was not of his true self, but rather a sinister transformation taking root.
A scream ripped through him. The agony was unbearable, which was saying something for someone like Wang Xuan, whose strong-willed spirit had forged its own dominion. All over his body, the ominous red patches tore open. This wasn’t merely skin deep; even his bones felt the cruel shift. The sensation was akin to being flayed and deboned.
He had endured numerous trials since embracing ancient arts, but this was uncharted torment. It wasn't an enemy inflicting pain, but his very body betraying him.
Aghast, Wang Xuan realized that while he remained motionless, his shadow was performing a frenzied dance, with various demonic forms emerging. He was convinced this wasn't merely the aftereffect of consuming the blood grapes; it had everything to do with this cursed land.
"Is this the secret path of demons?" he pondered.
This place was sinister, not meant for humans. It seemed designed to accelerate one's transformation into a monster.
"I refuse to become a demon! I cannot fall here!" Wang Xuan roared, taken aback by the monstrous timbre of his own voice, which now sounded like a formidable demon's.
Struggling with his sense of self, Wang Xuan realized his physical form remained stationary, but the horde of shadows behind him seemed to push him forward. His feet dragged deep tracks in the ground. Even as he tried to resist, his shadowy entourage propelled him closer to the luminescent blue pond.
Behind him, cacophonies of beastly roars and birdlike screeches resonated, as if a throng of mythical creatures were wrestling and howling. Although he had only one physical body, there appeared to be hundreds of shadows writhing and twisting behind him.
"What unholy transformation is this?!" he exclaimed, filled with dread and confusion.
As he neared the edge of the blue pond, the scenery shifted abruptly and dramatically.
With a deafening crash, everything changed.
Waves surged, seeming to kiss the heavens. What met Wang Xuan's gaze was an expansive ocean, its raging tides crashing onto the shore. Along the coast stood towering platforms, each surrounded by countless beings, human and otherwise.
"I want to become the Golden Winged Roc!"
From beneath one of the platforms, a humanoid creature roared this declaration. Around him, both humans and creatures joined in, their cries fervent. Above them, on the platform, a radiant golden glow encased a silent bird with its eyes closed – a magnificent roc.
On another platform, another group of zealous beings shouted, waving their arms dramatically, "I want to become the Thousand-Armed Deity!" Their platform was graced by a divine glow, within which sat a hazy figure, a man with a thousand arms.
Reaching the coast, Wang Xuan felt as if he was being torn apart. The shadows behind him danced frantically, trying to pull him towards different platforms. Hundreds of such platforms stood tall, each representing a legendary entity shrouded in a mysterious glow and worshiped by legions below.
"This isn't real! Everything I see is an illusion! I want none of this!" Wang Xuan yelled.
However, his body bled in reality. The shadows tore at him, almost ripping him apart, causing intense pain throughout his being. "If you wish to become monsters, go on your own! Wings, horns, tails, demonic wings, three heads, a thousand arms, whatever! Just get away from me! Stop tormenting my body!" His voice raspy with effort, Wang Xuan struggled fiercely, refusing to be abducted or transformed into one of those grotesque creatures.
As he fought, the vast ocean seemed to caress the moon in the sky. Deep within the waves, Wang Xuan spotted a flat boat, shimmering golden, tossed occasionally skyward by the tides, nearly touching the moon.
It was a boat carved from the Ascension Bamboo. He had seen such a craft before in the underground lab of the Greater Khingan Range, where a female alchemist lay in such a bamboo boat, full of life after three millennia.
Now, he encountered this unique bamboo boat again, only this time, it was much larger. With a diameter of three meters, the body of the Ascension Bamboo floated resiliently in the ocean, unfazed by the roaring waves.
Chapter 148: Becoming A DemonAs Wang Xuan ventured into the mist, the world transformed around him. It seemed as though the fog had served as a boundary between life and death. Outside the mist, the sun blazed fiercely, with vast forests, numerous lakes, and monsters roaming freely. It was brimming with vitality. But inside this veil of fog, a full moon hung in the sky, casting a deep nocturnal shade, making everything eerily silent. Wang Xuan wondered if he'd stepped into a different realm. Has some twist of fate transported me to an unknown land? He had read tales of time-travel and alternate universes, but he had never met any of the cliched fates one reads about. There was no car, nor was there a suicide attempt. His last memory was of battling extraordinary creatures.The silence in this new world was deafening; Wang Xuan couldn't even hear his footsteps. As he glanced down at his body, he noticed bleeding from various places. Panic gripped him; something felt profoundly wrong about this place.Turning around, hoping to trace his way back through the mist, he froze. The fog that he'd passed through had vanished, leaving only the dark of the night. Had he truly landed in a new world?Doubtfully, Wang Xuan gazed at the barren ground where his faint footprints were the only mark. He decided to retrace his steps, hoping to break through the barrier and return to the sunlight. Yet, as he walked deeper into the darkness, a suffocating sensation gripped him. It felt like drowning, and his consciousness began to blur, threatening to shatter.Desperate, Wang Xuan retreated quickly, gulping down air once he felt he was out of immediate danger. He stood, lost in this unfamiliar world, with no way back. To add to his distress, Wang Xuan could feel sharp pains throughout his body. Red blotches were spreading, seeping bloodthe aftermath of consuming the blood grapes. Was he turning into some demonic creature?As Wang Xuan's eyelids twitched with discomfort, he felt a stinging pain, and soon, crimson tears streamed down his face, appearing eerily like tears of blood.No ancient technique from the Early Qin sages nor the martial arts of the Five-Page Golden Book could stem his grotesque transformation. It seemed this silent, otherworldly realm only intensified his slide into demonhood. Disturbingly, the red patches on his skin started to swell, hinting at something alien wanting to emerge.His body was in turmoil. Blood and cold sweat seeped from every pore. Despite employing the formidable defenses of the Golden Body Technique, it couldn't fend off this malevolent change. It felt like creatures were wrestling their way out from his very soul.A peculiar call emanated from the heart of this new domain, tugging at his now emerging demonic instincts. Curiously, the deeper he ventured, the more his agony dulled.But with every step, the physical manifestations grew more shocking. His hair, once of a common shade, transformed to a deep blood-red and elongated wildly. His shoes split open, revealing newly formed, razor-sharp talons. Most horrifyingly, his shoulders bulged and, to his utter disbelief, two small heads began to sprout. The easing of pain did little to comfort him. The horror of his morphing body gripped him tighter than any previous encounter. For Wang Xuan, a modern man of flesh and blood, the prospect of evolving into a demon was inconceivable.His past brushes with the supernaturala sword-wielding fairy, a confrontation with a red-robed demonesspaled in comparison to this current terror.How could his human essence shift so dramatically in mere moments? Alarmed, he hastened his retreat. He pondered whether this fog-shrouded expanse housed elements that accelerated one's demonic transformation. Earlier, he had overheard alien entities speculate about secret passages within this realm. But his current predicament cast doubt on any such hopeful rumors.As Wang Xuan neared the boundary of this area, the demonic alterations in him were undeniable. He gazed at his elongated talons, lamenting, "Can this monstrous transformation not be undone?"Wang Xuan's very spirit seemed to quiver, echoing the tremors in his physical being. An inexplicable yearning gnawed at him, luring him deeper into this strange new world. Yet he resisted the pull, skirting the edge of darkness. He felt that the impulse beckoning him was not of his true self, but rather a sinister transformation taking root.A scream ripped through him. The agony was unbearable, which was saying something for someone like Wang Xuan, whose strong-willed spirit had forged its own dominion. All over his body, the ominous red patches tore open. This wasn't merely skin deep; even his bones felt the cruel shift. The sensation was akin to being flayed and deboned.He had endured numerous trials since embracing ancient arts, but this was uncharted torment. It wasn't an enemy inflicting pain, but his very body betraying him.Aghast, Wang Xuan realized that while he remained motionless, his shadow was performing a frenzied dance, with various demonic forms emerging. He was convinced this wasn't merely the aftereffect of consuming the blood grapes; it had everything to do with this cursed land. "Is this the secret path of demons?" he pondered.This place was sinister, not meant for humans. It seemed designed to accelerate one's transformation into a monster. "I refuse to become a demon! I cannot fall here!" Wang Xuan roared, taken aback by the monstrous timbre of his own voice, which now sounded like a formidable demon's.Struggling with his sense of self, Wang Xuan realized his physical form remained stationary, but the horde of shadows behind him seemed to push him forward. His feet dragged deep tracks in the ground. Even as he tried to resist, his shadowy entourage propelled him closer to the luminescent blue pond. Behind him, cacophonies of beastly roars and birdlike screeches resonated, as if a throng of mythical creatures were wrestling and howling. Although he had only one physical body, there appeared to be hundreds of shadows writhing and twisting behind him."What unholy transformation is this?!" he exclaimed, filled with dread and confusion.As he neared the edge of the blue pond, the scenery shifted abruptly and dramatically. With a deafening crash, everything changed.Waves surged, seeming to kiss the heavens. What met Wang Xuan's gaze was an expansive ocean, its raging tides crashing onto the shore. Along the coast stood towering platforms, each surrounded by countless beings, human and otherwise."I want to become the Golden Winged Roc!" From beneath one of the platforms, a humanoid creature roared this declaration. Around him, both humans and creatures joined in, their cries fervent. Above them, on the platform, a radiant golden glow encased a silent bird with its eyes closed a magnificent roc.On another platform, another group of zealous beings shouted, waving their arms dramatically, "I want to become the Thousand-Armed Deity!" Their platform was graced by a divine glow, within which sat a hazy figure, a man with a thousand arms.Reaching the coast, Wang Xuan felt as if he was being torn apart. The shadows behind him danced frantically, trying to pull him towards different platforms. Hundreds of such platforms stood tall, each representing a legendary entity shrouded in a mysterious glow and worshiped by legions below."This isn't real! Everything I see is an illusion! I want none of this!" Wang Xuan yelled.However, his body bled in reality. The shadows tore at him, almost ripping him apart, causing intense pain throughout his being. "If you wish to become monsters, go on your own! Wings, horns, tails, demonic wings, three heads, a thousand arms, whatever! Just get away from me! Stop tormenting my body!" His voice raspy with effort, Wang Xuan struggled fiercely, refusing to be abducted or transformed into one of those grotesque creatures.As he fought, the vast ocean seemed to caress the moon in the sky. Deep within the waves, Wang Xuan spotted a flat boat, shimmering golden, tossed occasionally skyward by the tides, nearly touching the moon. It was a boat carved from the Ascension Bamboo. He had seen such a craft before in the underground lab of the Greater Khingan Range, where a female alchemist lay in such a bamboo boat, full of life after three millennia.Now, he encountered this unique bamboo boat again, only this time, it was much larger. With a diameter of three meters, the body of the Ascension Bamboo floated resiliently in the ocean, unfazed by the roaring waves.
