She laughed wildly, a rich mockery in her tone.
"Just a coward who doesn't even dare to offer his soul to the Demon Lord, yet he claims to be omnipotent?"
Yue Wudi's face turned grim.
He, a generation's Demon Lord, was being disdained by an ant!
Yet, he couldn't do anything to this ant. How long had it been since he felt such stifling frustration?
But Mo Qingcheng, lost in her frenzy, paid no heed to Yue Wudi's feelings.
As Mo Qingcheng spoke, a hint of sorrow crept into her voice.
The world was vast, yet no one could help her.
Ironically, the Demon Lord who once craved her so desperately was now cowering in fear.
But what wrong had she committed?
Envy was a human trait.
Why did all beings possess the capacity for envy, yet she alone ended up in such a plight?
When did her tragic fate begin?
Was it the moment she met Zi Linling, or the moment she fell in love with Ye Lingyuan?
Thinking of that man, a pure smile bloomed in Mo Qingcheng's eyes.
Yes, pure!
Wasn't everyone's first love beautiful?
Wasn't every woman gentle?
It was just that the man she wished to treat with sincerity only had eyes for her enemy.
Never mind. Since this world was unwilling to treat her with kindness, who cared if she descended into darkness?
Since asking for help was futile, why should she rely on others?
With this thought, Mo Qingcheng burst into mad laughter again.
Her laughter conveyed her intense dissatisfaction with the world.
Her laughter was like a demon crawling out of hell, a demonic sound piercing the ears.
"Hahaha..."
Mo Qingcheng laughed until tears streamed down her face, her body doubled over.
But she continued to laugh.
She intended to bury her past with this laughter, to mourn her own downfall.
"Today, I, Mo Qingcheng, will show you what a true demon is!"
As she spoke, the demonic energy churning within her surged even more violently.
Her eyes lost their light, completely engulfed by demonic energy.
Darkness. Utter darkness, even the whites of her eyes.
That kind of darkness was one of despair, suffocating and absolute.
If absorbing demonic energy was merely a physical corruption, then transforming into a demon was a spiritual descent.
From this moment on, Mo Qingcheng would no longer be considered human.
She had become an absolute demon, a true demon that fed on all negative energies of the world.
Within her body, Yue Wudi, who claimed to be the Demon Lord, was as insignificant as dust before this demonic power.
He hid in a corner, trembling like a sieve, and stammered in terror, "De... Demon... Demon God?"
The birth of a Demon God enraged the Heavenly Dao.
Dark, ominous clouds instantly enveloped a thousand-meter radius, shrouding the entire Duanhun Cliff in darkness.
Silver lightning flickered within the dark clouds, like dragons coiled in the ebony expanse.
Under the celestial might, the creatures on Duanhun Cliff let out screams of terror and panic.
Zi Linling's brows furrowed, fine beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
She hadn't expected Mo Qingcheng's mental fortitude to be so fragile.
Just because the truth about her disfigurement was exposed, she had directly transformed into a demon!
Transforming into a demon was one thing, but becoming a Demon God was another!
Was Mo Qingcheng lucky, or unfortunate?
After all, becoming a Demon God meant being ostracized by the Heavenly Dao of the Tianyuan Continent, forever barred from reincarnation.
Sigh! Truly, evil lingers for millennia!
Though Zi Linling remained standing, her bones creaked audibly.
This damned celestial might!
The celestial might during Ye Lingyuan's tribulation was not this terrifying!
On that day, while the Heavenly Dao sought to annihilate Ye Lingyuan, it had left a sliver of hope.
After all, even the most rebellious cultivator was a child of the Heavenly Dao.
The Heavenly Dao could test them with the harshest trials, but passing the trial meant gaining its tacit approval.
Demons, however, were different.
The birth of a Demon God was an enemy to the Heavenly Dao.
Therefore, the Heavenly Dao would show no mercy.
Its only recourse was annihilation.
Annihilation at any cost!
Annihilation until the objective was achieved!
If Zi Linling still didn't understand the source of her peculiar loss of control, she would be incredibly foolish.
But what good was understanding now?
She was too close to Mo Qingcheng. While the celestial might was not intentionally targeting her, she would still be affected.
Not just her, but everyone on Duanhun Cliff.
Under the celestial might, who could remain unscathed?
The only rational course of action was to retreat from Duanhun Cliff.
But with the oppressive celestial might, everyone struggled to move.
What to do?
This was no longer a standard nine-nine annihilation lightning tribulation, but a world-destroying tribulation meant to obliterate everything.
Zi Linling was nearing her limit, blood trickling from the corners of her mouth.
She took a difficult step back, gasping for breath.
But she could not stop!
She had to retreat from Duanhun Cliff before the world-destroying tribulation descended.
Thus, she unleashed her full strength.
Her divine sense at the Emperor Realm, her spiritual power comparable to the peak of the Saint King Realm, and her physical body as tough as metal.
Each step backward was stained with blood.
But her indomitable will refused to let her surrender.
So, even as cracks appeared on her body, as tough as metal, she continued to retreat with immense difficulty.
If she, so powerful, was like this!
How could the mere onlookers withstand the celestial might?
The onlookers trembled with fear under the celestial might.
The bolder ones could still stand, while the more timid collapsed onto the ground. Some of the extremely fearful even lost control of their bowels or fainted outright.
Instantly, Duanhun Cliff became a living hell, filled with screams, wails, and crying.
The stench of sweat, blood, and feces assaulted the nostrils. Sudan Novel Network.
Duanhun Cliff had transformed into a scene of utter devastation.
Meanwhile, on Mo Qingcheng, demonic energy churned and demonic roars echoed, as if demons were reveling.
Simultaneously, from the Ghost Altar deep within the Misty Forest, wisps of black energy seeped out.
Eerie voices resonated from the altar, sending shivers down one's spine.
"Alas!"
The Soul Suppressing Stele let out a heavy sigh.
"My Emperor, when will you return?"
Its phantom emerged from the Soul Suppressing Stele, gazing in the direction of Duanhun Cliff, and murmured, "The Demon God has appeared, and all evils will return! My Emperor, the Soul Suppressing has little time left to buy for you."
With that, it severed a corner of the Soul Suppressing Stele with a single finger, saying, "Go! Seal her in the Sealed Land, and buy more time for my Emperor!"
As the Soul Suppressing Stele's words fell, the severed corner flew towards Duanhun Cliff.
"My Emperor, Soul Suppressing awaits your return!"
Then, its phantom returned to the Soul Suppressing Stele.
Following this, a large character "镇" (Zhen, meaning "suppress" or "seal") appeared on the Ghost Altar, accompanied by the ancient voice of the Soul Suppressing Stele.
"You all be quiet for a while and await my Emperor's return!"
As the light of the character "镇" blazed, the chilling voices on the Ghost Altar gradually quieted down.
Until the character "镇" descended, and the Ghost Altar fell completely silent.
A new crack appeared on the Soul Suppressing Stele.