After devouring an ocean of killing intent, Ethan felt his own killing aura boiling inside him, thickening, darkening—evolving. The originally gray-black killing intent turned a deep blood-red, as if dyed by the wails of countless dead.
"The killing intent transforms the world."
Ethan muttered softly. His mind moved, and the surging red killing intent condensed into a tiny crimson dot hovering before him.
The moment the dot stabilized—
Boom.
It expanded like a universe birthing itself.
A miniature world unfolded.
What appeared on the outside as a mere three-foot-wide crimson sphere was, inside, a terrifying blood-sea world with no visible end. Ethan stood suspended at the center of this killing intent world—a god reigning over an infernal ocean.
This was the sign of an intent cultivated to the level of world transformation.
From the outside, it was a harmless red orb.
Once enveloped—an endless hellscape.
