After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

The black fog was like a cancer attached to the bone, corroding Qin He's body in every pore.

He sat cross-legged on the cold, hard rock. The clothes on his back had already been soaked with cold sweat and stuck to his skin.

The blood and energy shield that once glowed with a light golden luster was now as thin as a cicada's wing. It shook violently with every impact of the black fog, as if it would completely shatter at any time.

A coldness and heaviness penetrated deep into the bone marrow from every part of my body.

He wanted to raise his hand, but found that his arm was as heavy as lead, and he was left with soreness and weakness.

The porcelain bottle containing Huiyuan Dan was already empty, and the last spiritual herb had turned into dry residue.

Without external support, he clearly felt that his energy and blood were being lost at an unprecedented rate. Life was like sand between fingers. The tighter he held on, the more slowly it slipped away.

Outside the Demon Abyss, the deployment of the God's messenger remains tight.

The three layers of light curtains sparkled brightly, and the golden light of the red flame armored soldiers was particularly eye-catching in the night.

These big forces never lack time and patience. They can wait, but Qin He cannot.

His consciousness gradually blurred and hallucinations began to invade his mind.

Wang Tiezhu seemed to be right in front of him, his face covered in blood, shouting at him desperately.

The big black bull was shaking its tail and breathing heavily.

Wei Wu was dressed in military uniform, holding a spear, with a firm gaze.

Fahai clasped his hands together and recited silently.

Their figures were so clear, but their voices seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

He wanted to respond, but his throat was strangled so tightly that he couldn't make a sound.

"Cough...cough..."

A violent cough pulled him back from the illusion, and a streak of dark blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He stared blankly at the black spot on his fingertips, and the last bit of light in his eyes dimmed.

This is really the end of it.

He was not reconciled.

His gaze fell on his palm, where there was still a faint trace of black aura, which was the trace left when he tried that crude evil qigong a long time ago.

At that time, he just tried it out of curiosity, but it unexpectedly caused strange phenomena in the world. He was so scared that he stopped immediately. From then on, he devoted himself to studying the way of body refining and never touched it again.

Could it be that... the only way is to embark on the path of evil?

Once this thought came to mind, it could no longer be suppressed.

Qin He slowly closed his eyes, and the past years flowed through his mind.

He had struggled to rise from the mundane world, enduring countless life and death experiences to reach this day. Was all his perseverance, all his hard work really going to be wasted at this moment?

But... he couldn't fall.

The 100,000 disciples he led were still waiting for him.

Even if the road ahead is a bottomless abyss and means eternal damnation, he must keep going.

Since fate has pushed him here, since the righteous path no longer allows him to move forward... then, becoming a demon is his only choice.

When he opened his eyes again, they were already a silent dark red.

The bloodshot spread like a spider web, eventually dyeing the eyes completely blood-red, deep and calm.

He no longer resisted the evil energy surging around him, but instead began to practice the almost forgotten crude method.

"Buzz!"

Once the technique was activated, the surrounding black fog seemed to have found a home and rushed towards him frantically.

The evil energy followed the breath, penetrated the skin, and rushed into the meridians violently, bringing tearing pain.

Qin He gritted his teeth and endured the torment of being reborn.

He could clearly feel that his body was being reshaped, and his once pure energy and blood were being contaminated and assimilated, becoming cold and deep.

The temperature of the skin gradually dissipated, and the inky hair grew silently, dancing gently in the darkness like a living thing.

"Uh-huh~"

A suppressed roar escaped from his throat, mixed with pain, but also with a certain kind of resolute relief.

An unprecedented power was surging from his body, so powerful and so strange.

The demonic energy in the depths of the Demonic Abyss grew increasingly dense, eventually transforming into a gigantic black vortex that completely enveloped Qin He.

The vortex roared and spun, attracting the air currents around it, as if the entire Demon Abyss was shaking.

On the outskirts of the Demon Abyss, the God's Messenger and others were also alarmed by this sudden change.

The divine messenger rose from the golden chariot and cast his gaze towards the abyss, a look of surprise in his eyes. "The demonic energy has suddenly become so agitated... its concentration has increased several times over. What's going on?"

The elder of the Fu family concentrated for a moment and pondered, "The core of this fluctuation is not far away. Could it be that that kid caused some kind of change?"

Hu Tiancheng looked at the surging demonic energy and speculated in a low voice: "Could that kid really be an extraterritorial demon? If this is a coincidence, it's hard to believe."

The divine messenger's eyes flashed: "Demon, is it really a demon?!"

……

"Buzz buzz~~"

Deep within the Demonic Abyss, Qin He continued to absorb the monstrous demonic energy. His aura rose steadily, and the black mist surrounding him grew thicker and thicker. He looked like a shadow returned from the Netherworld.

He slowly raised his eyes, and there was no more intense emotion in his dark red pupils, only a calmness like dead water.

"Since this is fate," he murmured in a hoarse but clear voice, "then, let's go on."