Magic

"Damn it, let's do this!

Little Corpse Charm, come here and pinch my nose."

Gu Qingfeng gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. Immediately, a pair of soft, boneless, silky hands pinched his nose.

Gulp, gulp, gulp...

Gag...

"Quick! Attack me with everything you've got!" Gu Qingfeng roared, clamping his mouth shut, afraid that even one more word would make him vomit.

He immediately sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began circulating the Limitless Devil Art.

Little Corpse Charm didn't hesitate either. Her delicate hands surged with endless devilish light, shrouded in demonic energy, with infinite Dao patterns swirling within. She then pressed her palms lightly against Gu Qingfeng's back, pouring it all into him with reckless abandon.

Three forces converged, gathering all the devils of the world and injecting them into Gu Qingfeng's body. In an instant, an indescribably terrifying transformation quietly took place.

For a moment, the entire hall was bathed in devilish radiance, and an abyssal, fear-inducing aura spread throughout the Heavenly Devil Sect. Everyone felt an instinctive, bone-deep terror.

The once-clear sky darkened instantly, and a sinister wind swept across the land. Gradually, faint whispers arose, as if a horde of imps were giggling in one's ears.

But as time passed, these whispers and giggles grew louder, becoming deafening—like landslides, tidal waves, and thunderclaps!

Soon, they merged into a chaotic, disordered cacophony, filled with maddening, incomprehensible undertones, akin to the murmurs of demonic gods. It swiftly drowned out all other sounds in the world, shaking the souls of all who heard it, leaving their minds blank.

This soul-crushing noise, accompanied by earth-shaking booms, transformed the heavens and earth, as if echoing some ancient, indistinct voice laden with inexplicable meaning. The eerie, unsettling tones seemed to repeat a single word over and over.

Devil!

Devil!!

Devil!!!

The world was left with only this sound—echoing, drifting, spreading. Those who heard it had their minds seized instantly.

Terrifying, disordered, and frenzied thoughts replaced all reason. People's eyes gradually turned blood-red, their sanity overtaken by madness.

At this moment, it seemed as if everyone in the Nether Yin Domain was on the verge of falling into devilry.

Yet, in the next second, the Sinful Essence acted, hungrily absorbing all the malevolent thoughts, sparing the people.

Those who regained their senses collapsed to the ground, drenched in sweat, nearly lifeless.

To their horror, they discovered countless phantom images of demonic gods looming in the void above the Nether Yin Domain—mysterious, majestic, and soul-shaking.

And now, these terrifying beings were all kneeling and bowing in one direction, as if welcoming the birth of some great existence.

The direction they bowed toward was none other than Gu Qingfeng's secluded cultivation chamber.

Such a colossal disturbance naturally drew attention from all corners of the world. Countless cultivators, sects, and even ancient beings turned their horrified gazes toward the Nether Yin Domain, toward the Heavenly Devil Sect's stronghold.

They gasped, panicked, and trembled in fear...

For their instincts screamed that an unfathomably terrifying existence was about to be born—a fear carved into their bones, imprinted in their souls, written in their very genes.

"What in the world is that...?"

"Has a Heavenly Devil descended?"

"Could it be the awakening of an ancient demonic god?"

People whispered among themselves, but none dared to investigate. Even a single step closer filled them with the dread of their souls scattering and plunging into hell.

This phenomenon persisted for an entire month.

During this time, the birth rate within a million miles of the Nether Yin Domain dropped by nearly ten percent. Under the apocalyptic pressure of that terrifying aura, men were left weak-kneed, and women stiff with fear.

Finally, on a certain day a month later...

The demonic cacophony ceased abruptly. The endless demonic energy and countless phantom demonic gods in the void were sucked back into the Heavenly Devil Sect's main hall like a reversed galaxy.

All anomalies vanished. The Nether Yin Domain, shrouded in darkness for a month, finally saw sunlight again—bright, warm, and serene, as if the past events had been nothing but an illusion.

Bang!

The palace doors swung open quietly.

A towering figure emerged—clad in black imperial robes, with jade-like features and ink-black hair flowing like night.

In an instant, a divine light shot into the heavens.

It was the aura of a Quasi-Emperor—vast, boundless, like an eternal sun or an ageless river of stars, dazzling and illuminating the entire world, reminiscent of the birth of an ancient deity.

This was Gu Qingfeng, who had forged his own path. The imperial robes were newly made for the occasion—new realm, new image, after all.

Now, he truly felt the explosive surge in his power. The sensation of walking his own path was utterly different from before—like a metamorphosis, a maturation, everything smooth and harmonious, aligned with the principles of the Great Dao.

He named his path the Devil's Dao.

No flashy prefixes—just the single word "Devil."

Because his Dao was too powerful. It was a path forged by merging nearly all the devils of the world. No prefix could do it justice; "Devil" alone encapsulated it all.

The Devil's Dao was a path no living being could walk. It was the epitome of evil and corruption. No ordinary being could bear its weight—attempting to do so would only lead to madness and self-destruction.

Only by maintaining rationality, taming the hordes of devils, and step by step carving out a road could one truly complete the Devil's Dao.

Fortunately, Gu Qingfeng possessed a system, allowing him to tread this unprecedented path.

The Devil's Dao might not be as profound or as pure as other paths—it might not even be as "correct."

But it had one advantage no other path could match: sheer, overwhelming strength!

"Power of darkness is tenfold"—that was no joke.

From this point on, Gu Qingfeng's cultivation was no longer a weakness. In fact, it had become his greatest strength.

"I've been in seclusion for a month and reached Quasi-Emperor. Time to celebrate," Gu Qingfeng murmured.

He then summoned Little Corpse Charm and the other women for a small gathering.

But the gathering lasted only three days when suddenly—

BOOM!

A deafening, earth-shattering roar resounded across the world. The ground quaked violently, and even Gu Qingfeng's bed collapsed, startling the women.

Frowning, Gu Qingfeng extended his perception and was instantly stunned.

In that moment, his senses told him the entire Cangming Realm—all its ten thousand domains—was shaking. Amidst the cataclysmic noise, an aura of transcendence and sublimation spread like wildfire.

"Is this... the Emperor's Path opening?"

Gu Qingfeng quickly rose, dressed with the women's assistance, and soared into the void, merging with the heavens and earth to perceive the anomaly.

The noise continued, the tremors growing stronger. The entire Cangming Realm's experts were horrified, and all races trembled in awe.