Chapter 223: Luo Sanpao Super Evolution, Rakshasa Evil Dragon
"Such a strong sense of hostility, such a surge of jealousy, Yu Xiaogang, are you willing to accept my blessing?"
A mysterious voice echoed in Yu Xiaogang's ears, filled with a temptation to fall, a voice that seemed to drag him into the abyss.
"Who, who is it!?"
Yu Xiaogang turned repeatedly, unable to locate the voice's owner.
"Haha, I am the Rakshasa God, Yu Xiaogang. If you become my faithful disciple, I will grant you a powerful spirit and immense talent. Are you willing?"
"Are you willing to become my disciple?"
These words echoed in Yu Xiaogang's ears, constantly tempting him, tempting all the hostility within him.
Yu Xiaogang recalled his journey. Before the age of six, he had been the center of his family's hopes, pampered by his father, uncle, and elders.
At the age of six, his spirit underwent a malignant mutation, and his innate spirit power reached an unprecedented level of half-innate power in his family.
From being a dragon to becoming a pig, his father's disappointment, his clan's ridicule and contempt, reverberated constantly before his eyes.
Constantly striving to push his limits and rise to prominence, he arrived in Spirit City filled with hope. Yet, after so long, all he'd achieved was nothing and humiliation.
In such an environment, people can only take two paths: one, becoming more resolute, unaffected by external influences.
The other, becoming extreme and twisted.
Yu Xiaogang clearly took the latter path, becoming twisted and extreme, hating everything.
"I, I'm willing, as long as you can make me stronger!"
Yu Xiaogang raised his head, revealing eyes filled with rage.
"Very well."
Within the divine realm, the corners of Rakshasa's mouth curved strangely.
The next moment, a blood-slaying divine thunder descended from the sky, striking Yu Xiaogang directly and instantly engulfing him.
"Ahhh, it hurts! Stop it now! Stop it now!"
A piercing pain shot through Yu Xiaogang's body. The last time he'd encountered this was when he absorbed his first spirit ring, a sub-dragon spirit beast with golden blood.
But the agony of the spirit ring was too much for him to endure. He cried, screamed, and begged his father to stop him. Finally, he absorbed a lightning bug.
Now, the pain was even more excruciating than before, causing Yu Xiaogang to let out a pig-slaughtering howl that shook the air.
"You can't even handle this little pain. No wonder you're useless."
A flicker of disdain flashed in the Rakshasa God's eyes.
"Never mind, you're just a chess piece. You might be useless, but you possess a wicked aura that's truly unparalleled."
Yu Xiaogang's howls continued as the Luo Sanpao within him automatically flew out, also bathed in the bloody aura of lightning.
His golden blood was activated, corroding and mingling with the bloody aura.
Finally, Luo Sanpao transformed into a massive dragon, its eyes bloodshot, its body covered in dark golden scales, its horns twisted like thorns, and a purplish-black mist swirled around it. Luo Sanpao's new name, Rakshasa Evil Dragon, entered Yu Xiaogang's mind.
When the thunder and lightning subsided, Yu Xiaogang finally couldn't bear the pain and fainted in the heavy rain.
The Rakshasa Evil Dragon was filled with an evil aura. Its independent consciousness remained, though it gradually shifted towards violence and cruelty.
It came to Yu Xiaogang, shielding him from the rain by tucking him under its body.
When he awoke again, it was already noon the next day. The sky was still gloomy, and the ground had turned muddy.
Yu Xiaogang climbed to his feet, covered in mud. He felt his soul power surpassing level 30. He glanced at Luo Sanpao, who had evolved into the Rakshasa Evil Dragon beside him, and laughed maniacally.
"Hehe, hahahahaha, ga ga ga ga!!!!"
He looked up at the sky, his laughter wild and tangled with sadness and bitterness.
Two streams of hot tears streamed down his cheeks.
He laughed and cried for a long time, until his throat grew hoarse.
Years of suppressed emotion were released in this moment.
But his extremes and distortions became even more deeply ingrained.
From somewhere, Yu Xiaogang heard a voice, telling him that the Rakshasa Evil Dragon was an extremely evil spirit. Once it reached level 90, even the most sacred six-winged angels would be unable to suppress it.
Furthermore, his spirit possessed a terrifying devouring attribute. The more lives it devoured, the faster its soul power level increased, and the stronger its power grew.
"This seems to be the cultivation method of an evil spirit master."
Yu Xiaogang's theoretical research wasn't in vain; he knew the characteristics of evil spirit masters almost to the core. He had once considered using this method to break through.
But he didn't dare. He wasn't afraid of being discovered by his father, because his father wouldn't kill him.
But in this world, the Spirit Hall still existed. Once a spirit master fell into the evil spirit, upon discovery, they would be doomed, with no room for maneuver.
He wanted fame, a reputation that would resonate throughout the continent, not become a pariah.
But now it was different. Yu Xiaogang had figured it out. As long as he could become stronger, he didn't care where his power came from.
"If I reach my limit in the future, who in this world can kill me? Who dares to kill me?!"
"Gu Han, Bibi Dong, you will regret the decision you made today!"
"I, Yu Xiaogang, will climb to the top, step by step, becoming the strongest on the continent, and then I will crush you under my feet!"
He looked back at the Spirit Hall, his eyes filled with hatred and loathing.
"This organization is too overbearing, restricting spirit masters' cultivation. It's nothing short of an evil force. One day, I will destroy it and grant freedom to the spirit masters of the mainland!"
After this thought, Yu Xiaogang resolutely left, heading for the Star Luo Empire.
There, the Spirit Hall's reach wasn't as deep, and there were many places beyond their reach. As long as he could steadily cultivate to level ninety, then, the vast world would be his forte.
Although Yu Xiaogang was arrogant and conceited, he wasn't truly foolish.
He knew he was still very weak at this point and couldn't expose himself to the Spirit Hall.
He had his own goal: obtaining his third spirit ring.
As for devouring, he absolutely couldn't use it until he had the strength to protect himself. Fortunately, while the Spirit Hall was evil, it had one good thing: evil spirits didn't necessarily mean evil spirit masters.
As long as he didn't use devouring power before reaching level seventy, he wouldn't be classified as an evil spirit master.
Yu Xiaogang had considered cultivating step by step, but that was too slow, and he couldn't wait.
Especially after level 70, normal cultivation was too slow. The last 20 levels would take at least 20 to 30 years to complete.
He simply couldn't wait.
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