Amazing! Did they give me the wrong newbie gift pack?

Wu Ku's Adam's apple bobbed a few times, and his chapped lips parted slightly. Just as he was about to speak, Salang suddenly stepped forward and blocked Wu Ku's path.

A resolute glint flashed in her eyes, but she forced a calm expression and said with a cold laugh, "Mo Xie, do you think you can subdue us with your threats? You underestimate the Black Church."

Her voice was sharp and piercing, as if it were about to tear through the tense air.

Mo Xie raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes, and chuckled, "The Black Church? They're nothing but a bunch of rats surviving in the darkness. Do they even deserve to be arrogant in front of me?" His words were like cold, sharp blades, carrying an unquestionable authority that echoed in the vast manor hall.

Salang's face instantly turned extremely ugly. She knew that Mo Xie was powerful, but the arrogance and ruthlessness she had cultivated over the years in the Black Vatican made her unwilling to show weakness so easily. Her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms, leaving deep marks, but she was completely unaware of it.

She turned to look at Wu Ku, her eyes pleading, and whispered, "Wu Ku, we can't just give up on our plans of so many years. If we succeed, we can change everything." Her voice trembled slightly, as if she were desperately trying to hold onto something she was about to lose.

A struggle flashed in Wu Ku's eyes; Salang's words stirred a wave of emotion within him. He recalled all the experiences he had shared with Salang over the years—the plans they had devised in the darkness, the efforts they had made to achieve their goals.

However, Moye's power and threat weighed heavily on his mind like a mountain, forcing him to carefully consider his choice. His brows furrowed, and a hint of pain flickered in his eyes, as if he were wavering between darkness and light.

Just then, Mo Fan suddenly spoke up: "Salang, as Xinxia's mother, how can you be so heartless, disregarding your daughter's feelings for the sake of your so-called plan?" His voice was filled with anger and incomprehension, and his eyes revealed his condemnation of Salang's actions.

Salang's body trembled slightly, a flicker of panic crossing her eyes before returning to their icy composure. "Xinxia? She was nothing more than a past hindrance to me. What does she amount to compared to the goals I pursue?" Her words were cold and ruthless, as if Xinxia were utterly insignificant to her.

Upon hearing these words, Xin Xia's eyes dimmed instantly, and her face, which had been flushed with shock, turned completely pale.

Her lips trembled even more violently, tears welled up in her eyes, but she stubbornly held them back. Her hands gripped the armrests of the wheelchair tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force, and her body trembled slightly, as if she had suffered a tremendous blow.

Seeing this, Mo Fan felt a surge of anger. He clenched his fists and glared at Salang. "You heartless woman, you don't deserve to be Xin Xia's mother!" His voice was filled with anger and disgust, as if he wanted to vent all his dissatisfaction.

Mo Xie frowned slightly, looking at Mo Fan and Xin Xia, a pang of pity rising in his heart. He waved his hand gently and said, "Mo Fan, there's no need to waste your breath on her. Wu Ku, your time has come. Make your choice." His voice was calm and steady, as if everything was under his control.

Wu Ku took a deep breath, slowly raised his head, and a resolute look flashed in his eyes. "I... I choose to join the Boundless Heavenly Palace." His voice trembled slightly, but it carried a sense of determination, as if he had made a momentous decision.

Upon hearing this, Salang's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief. "Wu Ku, you... you actually betrayed me?!" Her voice was filled with anger and shock, as if she had been betrayed by the person she trusted most.

Wu shook his head with a bitter smile and said, "Sarang, I don't want to struggle in the darkness anymore. Lord Moye's strength has shown me another possibility. Moreover, I don't want to risk my life for the Black Vatican's crazy plans anymore." A hint of relief appeared in his eyes, as if he had finally broken free from the shackles of darkness.

Mo Xie nodded in satisfaction and said, "Very good. From now on, you are a member of the Boundless Heavenly Palace. If you serve the Heavenly Palace well, I will naturally not treat you unfairly." His voice carried a hint of majesty, as if proclaiming Wu Ku's rebirth.

Salang stared at Wu Ku, her eyes filled with hatred. Suddenly, she threw her head back and burst into laughter, a laugh laced with madness and despair. "Hahahaha, good, good! Since that's how it is, then I'll fight you to the death!" Her laughter was sharp and piercing, as if she were venting all the discontent and anger in her heart.

As soon as she finished speaking, a powerful surge of dark magic erupted from Salang's body, instantly enveloping her in black mist. Everyone in the Mu family manor sensed this powerful magic and retreated in terror. The black mist churned and surged in the air like a living thing, emanating a chilling aura.

"hehe."

Mo Xie glanced at the deranged Salang and gave a contemptuous sneer before casually waving her right hand. The next second, Salang collapsed to her knees, her eyes vacant, as if her soul had been ripped from her body. Her body trembled slightly, as if she had lost all strength, and she slumped to the ground.

He Xi, standing to the side, asked curiously, "What do you plan to do with her?" Her voice was clear and melodious, carrying a hint of curiosity and doubt.

The reason for asking this question is that He Xi could sense that Salang was not dead, but that her soul had been imprisoned in the spiritual world by Mo Xie using special means.

Upon hearing this, Mo Xie did not answer, but instead curiously glanced at Mo Fan before calmly saying, "This world will eventually merge with the universe under my command. As a fellow countryman, I can give you an opportunity; it's up to you whether you can seize it." His voice was calm and steady, as if he were telling a secret unknown to others.

"What opportunity?" Upon hearing this, Mo Fan frowned and looked at Mo Xie with a puzzled expression. His eyes revealed a hint of curiosity and wariness, as if he were trying to find the deeper meaning in Mo Xie's words.

Mo Xie casually reached out and tore open a dimensional rift, then took out a ball of black mist with a hint of scarlet and said calmly, "If you can devour and successfully absorb this power, there is a lineage of cultivation techniques under the Yin Yang Demon Emperor Palace that is very suitable for you. It just so happens that the Wuji Heavenly Palace has just been established, and the first Holy Son has not yet been decided."

His words carried a hint of seduction, as if he were showing Mo Fan a huge opportunity.

Upon hearing this, everyone present stared intently at the dark red mist in Mo Xie's palm, their eyes filled with longing and desire.

After all, judging from Mo Xie's current performance, this great master, no matter how bad he is, is no weaker than a super-class mage. And Zhan Kong, as the young master of the Zu family, and Wu Ku, a super-class mage, clearly understand that Mo Xie's strength is so great that even forbidden spells would have to kneel and submit.

After all, putting aside Zhan Kong, Wu Ku, as a super-class mage, is also a victim of the water element! Even a peak super-class mage would have a headache if they saw him!

But when facing Mo Xie, he didn't even have the thought of resisting! After all, Salang, who was kneeling on the ground, was a true peak-level super-class mage! And she couldn't even commit suicide when facing Mo Xie!

"What if it doesn't succeed?" Unlike the excitement and eagerness of those around him, Mo Fan grasped the key point in an instant! If he devoured and successfully absorbed it! That means he might fail? His eyes revealed a hint of worry and caution, as if he were weighing the pros and cons of this opportunity.

"You'll die!" Mo Xie didn't hide anything from Mo Fan; instead, he stated it quite clearly. This mist was essentially a compression of the primordial power of the dark plane, so absorbing this power required immense strength and physical attributes!

Without sufficient strength and physical prowess, anyone who absorbs this power will be instantly torn apart and their soul destroyed! But Mo Fan possesses the favor of this world's fortune, and his destiny is predetermined for him to become the Evil Saint King.

Therefore, if Mo Fan can successfully absorb this power, he will possess an extremely powerful demonic talent. In this way, Mo Fan can rely on this talent, along with a portion of the Yin-Yang Demon God Technique under the Hunyuan Wandao Jue controlled by Mo Xie.

His voice carried a hint of seriousness, as if warning Mo Fan about the dangers of this opportunity while simultaneously demonstrating its immense potential upon success.