Chapter 622: The Owl’s Laughter
The devastating explosions combusting his skin became as mild as a summer breeze. He inhaled the scalding air, the melded scent of sulfur and ozone an enthralling drug making him roll his eyes as he cracked his neck and clenched his fists.
"Mhh. How many years have passed? I feel weak."
As he assessed his new body, Ye Feng’s voice reverberated in horror and disbelief.
’What have you done?! I never accepted your deals. You can’t steal my body!’
"Deals? Hahaha!" The owl’s head jerked back, his laughter piercing through the deafening detonations. "Did cultivators become utterly stupid during my sleep, or is it just you? Of course, a demonic artifact would demonise, then manipulate you. And you, my dear, are quite the foolish one. Or did you think you could draw more power without paying the price?"
Adam had repeatedly warned him, but he had thought he had prepared enough, that he was the chosen one who would bend forbidden powers to his will for the greater good.
’N-No... No!’ Ye Feng’s soul almost crumbled.
However, demonic energies filled it, bringing a scalding agony that made him wish he were dead as the puppet’s mocking voice echoed.
"I can’t let my toy crumble that easily, can I? I hope you look forward to the bright future I imagined for you." He licked his beak, his eyes curving. "You’ll become the hero you always wanted to be—one protecting a realm drowning in blood, fire, and ashes."