After receiving the Abyss’ blessing and planting a seed of demonic power within his body, Tang Hao clearly understood his next course of action: he needed to completely convert his soul power into nourishnt for the demonic seed, allowing it to grow stronger. Once his internal soul power was fully consud and transford into demonic energy, this energy would then begin reconstructing his physical form, progressively turning him into a demon.
These insights erged naturally in Tang Hao’s consciousness after his mind ventured into that mysterious, shadowy place. He speculated that it might be the true Abyss itself. As for the so-called Abyss Overlord, he had neither seen nor sensed it, evidently unqualified to do so.
Upon opening his eyes, Tang Hao’s irises had beco a muddled, blood-red hue, although his ntal state appeared unchanged. Given his original half-mad disposition, receiving the Abyss’ blessing did not alter his deanor; after all, as the saying goes, a fool remains a fool, no matter how circumstances change.
Examining the broken bone trident in his hands, Tang Hao developed the desire to claim it as his own. Since it had enabled him to receive the Abyss’ blessing, it was undoubtedly a treasure far beyond an ordinary divine weapon. Most likely, it was a divine weapon once belonging to a fallen Demon Lord, eventually lost to this realm.
(T/N: Rember, Demon Lords are equal to Creator Gods, and Great Demons are equal to God Kings)
However, as he entertained thoughts of possession, the bone trident emanated a strong sense of rejection. In that mont of clarity, Tang Hao realized the artifact had already chosen a master and could not be taken unless its owner perished.
This realization gave birth to a dark thought in his heart.
At that mont, Tang San, noticing his father’s awakening, rushed forward and asked eagerly, "Father, how are you? You must have received the Abyss’ blessing, right?"
"I have," Tang Hao replied with a nod, a faint smile appearing on his lips. Tang San mirrored the expression, but just as the two exchanged smiles—
Without warning, Tang Hao’s left hand summoned the Clear Sky Hamr. He raised the heavy, pitch-black weapon and, without hesitation, struck Tang San squarely in the chest.
Boom!
Caught completely off guard by the sudden attack, Tang San was struck with overwhelming force, his body hurtling away like a broken sack of cloth. His chest bones were shattered into fragnts.
Crash!
Tang San’s mangled body slamd into the courtyard wall, smashing a massive hole through it.
"...Father?"
An ordinary person would have been instantly killed by such a blow. Yet, Tang San survived, owing to his partial transformation into a demon; more than half of his body had already undergone demonic tamorphosis, greatly enhancing his vitality.
Blood streaming from his mouth, Tang San gazed in disbelief at his father, confusion and pain filling his eyes.
"Could it be that you have been corrupted by the Abyss’ power?" he asked, seeking a rational explanation for Tang Hao’s inexplicable aggression.
Tang Hao, however, remained silent, advancing steadily with the Clear Sky Hamr in his left hand and the bone trident in his right, intent on delivering a final, fatal blow.
Although grievously injured, Tang San’s demonic physiology granted him formidable regenerative capabilities. Given enough ti—or with the aid of consuming souls or flesh—he could recover rapidly.
Unaware of Tang San’s true condition, Tang Hao believed his son was on the brink of death. Confidently, he approached Tang San, who was still attempting to rationalize his father’s behavior.
Coldly, Tang Hao declared, "Corrupted? No. I have never been so clear-minded."
"If you are not corrupted, then why attack ? I am your only son!" Tang San cried, vomiting blood as he spoke.
"Son?" Tang Hao’s eyes darkened nacingly. "My son died long ago."
mories flooded Tang Hao’s mind, and a grim shadow crossed his face.
"You—what are you talking about?!" Tang San stamred, a deep unease stirring within him as he recalled his true origins: he was a transmigrator, not a native of this world.
Tang Hao continued, voice heavy with pain, "I rember it clearly. I fought desperately against the pursuers from Spirit Hall while holding my newborn son. Despite my efforts to protect him, the enemies showed no rcy. I still rember how a stray blast of energy killed my son—the child born of Ah Yin and !"
At this revelation, Tang Hao’s eyes beca bloodshot, emitting a faint red glow. His face twisted grotesquely, and sharp demonic horns began to sprout from his forehead. His growing negative emotions rapidly nurtured the seed of demonic power within him, eradicating his original soul force.
Tang San fell silent.
He rembered, then: when he first arrived in this world, he had not been reborn naturally. Instead, he had seized the body of a recently deceased infant, inadvertently rging with its residual mories. This confusion led him to mistakenly believe he had been born into this world.
In truth, he had occupied a corpse—this was not reincarnation, but spiritual possession.
"I went mad after losing my wife and son!" Tang Hao roared, his form further mutating—demonic scales sprouted across his body, his hands and legs transforming into savage claws.
"The pursuers fled in terror at my berserk rage. Afterwards, I wept over my son’s body. I nearly ended my life!"
"But at that very mont—!"
"My son, who had stopped breathing, suddenly revived! I thought he had only fallen into a state of false death..." Tang Hao’s expression shifted, revealing genuine joy.
"But—"
Tang San’s heart skipped a beat, sensing the critical revelation to co.
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