Deep in the mountains, a faint crimson light leaked from a jagged crevice. Lin Yuan approached silently,
senses alert. The air was thick with spiritual energy, heavy, alive. Inside the cave lay ancient scrolls bound in black silk,
pulsing faintly with a forbidden aura the Blood Demon Scripture: Forbidden
Lin Yuan's crimson eyes glimmered. He stepped forward,
unrolling the first scroll. The diagrams and inscriptions spoke of techniques far beyond normal cultivation: blood manipulation, soul absorption, and demonic ascension. Every word resonated with his Blood Core, whispering promises of power.
Cautiously, he began practicing. His aura coiled, responding to every movement, every thought. Shadows in the cave twisted and stretched,
as if alive, feeding on the energy radiating from him. He absorbed ambient spiritual energy, subtle at first, until he sensed a lingering spirit trapped in the darkness.
Perfect.
Crimson mist surged around him. With precise movements, he drew the spirit's life force into himself.
Pain and pleasure intertwined as the energy coursed through his veins. The Blood Core throbbed, stronger, hungrier. Every cell in his body screamed with power.
By dawn, Lin Yuan's aura had expanded, suffocating and immense. Shadows clung to him like obedient servants.
He could sense the world differently now the life force of animals, the spiritual pressure of distant cultivators, even the faintest tremor of fear.
Soon, no sect, no cultivator, no law will stand against me.
The demon within him was no longer a whisper. It had become a roar. Lin Yuan smiled faintly, crimson aura flickering with anticipation.
Every forbidden technique mastered, every soul absorbed, every drop of fear he would cultivate this was only the beginning.
He stepped out of the cave into the breaking dawn. The world awaited, trembling unknowingly. And he… would devour it all.