Chapter 253: The Appearance of the Divine Dragon (9)
The Pacheon Demonic Qi was laughing.
The calm, orderly Buddhist and Daoist energies swirling in Qing’s dantian — all those carefully cultivated spiritual currents — were, to the Pacheon Demonic Qi, no more than mortal toys. Temporary. Doomed to fade.
The Pacheon Demonic Qi was the embodiment of Angra Mainyu — Ahriman himself. The God of Destruction in the teachings of the Demonic Heaven Cult. The harbinger of the destined apocalypse, when a colossal star will crash down to annihilate everything, clearing the way for the world’s rebirth.
And so, the Pacheon Demonic Qi simply sat and watched — detached, regal, amused.
No matter how hard the little mortal energies thrashed and fought, they would eventually scatter and return to nature ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) once the body died.
What remained in the end — the only qi that endured to the future — would be the immortal Pacheon Demonic Qi.
It watched, indulgent, like a parent enjoying a child’s silly dance. These short-lived flames burned bright, then vanished. It was content to rest while they flickered.
WHACK! WHAM!
Once again, the Fierce Joy True Qi was hammering away at the corner of the dantian, smashing at the stubborn black mass clinging to it like a tumor.
Then it paused, tilting its head.
Wait a second... is this bastard... laughing?
The Pacheon Demonic Qi was alien — grotesque in every way.