strictlysupreme Chapter 152 Entering a Demon's Body, a Shocking Change Occurs
Chapter 152 Entering a Demon's Body, a Shocking Change Occurs
Dai Yao suddenly sprang up from the stone bed, her eyes quickly scanning her surroundings. It was as if countless eyes were watching her from the darkness, and the eerie environment made her scalp tingle, as if countless cold little insects were crawling on her scalp.
"Where is this? A VIP room in the underworld?"
She lowered her head, her eyes focusing on her unfamiliar hands. Those hands were deathly pale, with distinct knuckles, and gleamed with an eerie dark purple light, like the standard equipment of a villainous boss in a video game. She tried to clench her fist, and instantly, a violent surge of demonic energy surged through her meridians. She could clearly feel the demonic energy raging within her, like a wild horse galloping through her body, causing her to sway and nearly knock her to the ground.
"The difficulty level of manipulating this demonic cultivator's body is just too high!"
Worse still, she could clearly feel that her original body was being eroded by an evil force. It was a piercing pain, as if someone was taking a knife and scraping it against her heart, making her feel powerless with each stroke. This feeling of powerlessness was a hundred times more painful than having to debate with a group of scholars or outwit the villains!
"Awake?" A cold voice came from the darkness, like a chilling snake slithering past your ear, carrying a hint of mockery, as if enjoying the ugly spectacle of its prey's dying struggle.
Dai Yao's heart tightened; that voice...
Hmm, why does that sound familiar?
At the same time, the members of the immortal sect also noticed Dai Yao's strange behavior. Her once gentle and refined body was now exuding a chilling demonic aura, and her familiar face had become cold and distorted.
"You wicked creature!" The sect leader's hair and beard bristled as he roared, his voice booming like a great bell. The immortal sword in his hand shone brightly, pointing directly at Dai Yao. "How dare you possess my immortal sect's disciple!"
"Wait! Let me explain!" Dai Yao was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, her voice tinged with panic. However, against the backdrop of her demonic cultivator appearance, her words seemed particularly pale and powerless.
The crowd took it as mere sophistry and attacked her even more fiercely.
At this critical moment, Dai Yao suddenly felt something stirring deep within her body...
A sinister voice echoed in her mind: "Want to control this power? I can help you..." The demonic energy within Dai Yao surged, and she could hear the howling of the demonic energy within her body, forming a vortex in her dantian, frantically devouring the surrounding spiritual energy.
She clenched her teeth, making a clicking sound, and exerted all her strength to unleash this violent power.
Strangely enough, although the demonic cultivator's body was unfamiliar, fragments of memories remaining within it flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern.
"Found it!" A glint flashed in Dai Yao's eyes; she had found it!
The cultivation techniques practiced by demonic cultivators are extremely unique, allowing them to transform themselves into a demonic shadow and instantly escape thousands of miles away.
"Of the thirty-six stratagems, running away is the best!" Dai Yao unhesitatingly activated her power. In a flash, she transformed into a streak of blackish-purple light and vanished from her spot. The members of the immortal sect stared in disbelief as the blackish-purple light disappeared before their eyes, dumbfounded. They almost dropped their immortal swords. The sect leader's eyes widened in disbelief. He had roamed the cultivation world for many years and had never seen such a bizarre and swift escape technique. Only a wisp of demonic energy remained in the air, leaving behind a group of dumbfounded people.
Even the sect leader, a veteran expert in the late Nascent Soul stage, was stunned and muttered while stroking his beard, "This escape technique... I've never heard of it before!"
Xinghua was completely dumbfounded. She rubbed her eyes, wondering if she was seeing things.
"Is this...is this still the Dai Yao we know?"
When Dai Yao reappeared, she was already in a deserted valley.
She leaned against a withered tree, the rough bark rubbing against her palms as she gasped for breath. Although the demonic cultivator's escape technique was powerful, it was also too taxing. She felt completely drained, her legs were weak, as if she had just finished running a marathon.
Just then, a familiar figure appeared in front of her.
It was the mysterious figure with whom she had a deep emotional connection.
He looked at Dai Yao's current demonic body, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
Worry, doubt, and...
A subtle, almost imperceptible heartache.
"You..." He hesitated, seemingly unsure how to begin.
Dai Yao looked at him, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
She wanted to explain, to tell him that she was still herself, just in a different shell.
But looking at her own demonic claws and listening to her own hoarse, eerie voice, she suddenly felt that all explanations seemed so pale and powerless.
"Don't you really recognize me?" Dai Yao said in the deep, hoarse voice of a demonic cultivator. Every word was like a sharp knife, piercing the mysterious figure's heart. The voice seemed to come from a deep, ancient well.
He trembled and suddenly looked up at Dai Yao, his deep eyes churning with indescribable emotions.
The surroundings were eerily quiet, save for the howling wind. Dai Yao's demonic cultivator body appeared even more sinister in the darkness. She slowly raised her hand, which froze in mid-air, pale and shimmering with a dark purple light, as if frozen in time. The mysterious figure's eyes were fixed on that hand, his body trembling slightly, his lips quivering involuntarily. His gaze was filled with complex emotions, and the surrounding air seemed to solidify because of the tense atmosphere between them.
"you……"
Dai Yao's hand froze in mid-air. In the past, she would have already pounced on her with a bear hug.
But now...
These demonic claws, this demonic body, this bizarre style—even she herself felt disgusted, let alone expecting others to accept it.
"Who...who are you?" The mysterious figure's voice trembled, filled with disbelief and deep fear.
Dai Yao's inner monologue: Oh no, this is terrible! This misunderstanding is huge!
But she remained outwardly calm, instead giving a wicked smile, her demonic voice carrying a sinister background melody: "Hehehe... Who am I? You'll find out soon enough!"
The mysterious figure was startled by her sudden statement and took a few steps back, his eyes filled with even greater wariness.
Dai Yao felt like a million alpacas were stampeding through her mind, but on the surface she pretended to be calm.
Suddenly, Dai Yao sensed a strange energy fluctuation, it was...
Good luck!
She activated her cheat ability and sensed that the energy in the direction of the Demon Palace was chaotic, churning like boiling water. Her intuition told her that this was definitely related to the body-swapping incident.
“The Demon Palace…” Dai Yao murmured to herself, a glint of light flashing in her eyes, “It seems the truth is right there.”
At this moment, several disciples from minor immortal sects, oblivious to their own mortality, surrounded Dai Yao and shouted, "Witch! How dare you impersonate Fairy Dai Yao! Surrender now!"
Dai Yao sneered inwardly: You bunch of small fry, you dare to show off your skills in front of me?
She deliberately feigned a fierce demeanor, her demonic energy surging, and her tone sinister: "You think you can capture me? Don't you know your own limitations! If you know what's good for you, get lost, or else..." Dai Yao paused deliberately, revealing a chilling smile.
Several disciples of the minor immortal sects were so frightened that their legs went weak and they collapsed to the ground, scrambling backward. One of them even fell flat on his face in his panic, repeatedly shouting, "Demon, have mercy! Demon, have mercy!"
Dai Yao watched their retreating figures, secretly pleased: You scared them to death!
She turned to look at the mysterious figure, her voice still hoarse: "You... should leave too. Next time we meet, I won't be as polite as I am today."
The mysterious figure gave her a deep look, then turned and left, leaving behind only a lonely silhouette.
Dai Yao headed towards the Demon Palace, a meaningful smile playing on her lips: "Demon Palace... I'm here!"
A voice echoed in her heart: "Are you... sure you can control this body?" Dai Yao moved with incredible speed, her demonic body's inherent lightness skill allowing her to fly. She could feel the wind whistling past her ears, even faster than when she used to fly on her sword!
The feeling, how should I put it, is like having nitrous oxide on, whooshing around!
As she ran, she adapted to the demonic cultivator's body and had to admit that the hardware configuration was indeed amazing!
The only problem is that the built-in demonic energy effects are a bit too over-the-top, making her look like a walking lump of black coal, making her wish she could find a place to bury herself.
"Are you... sure you can control this body?" The voice in my heart rang out again, tinged with worry.
Dai Yao rolled her eyes, thinking to herself: Dude, can you please stop bringing up things that are hard to talk about?
I'm already overwhelmed enough!
"Don't worry, I'm a veteran who's been through countless battles since I was a transmigrator! This little thing can't possibly stump me!" Dai Yao said casually, but she wasn't sure herself.
This demonic cultivator's body was like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins; it was powerful but difficult to control, and would go berserk if one was not careful.
Suddenly, she felt a burning sensation in her dantian, as if the heat was about to melt it. The demonic energy surged uncontrollably, as if it were about to break through her meridians.
not good!
This body is about to go out of control!
Dai Yao quickly activated the demonic cultivation technique she had extracted from the original owner's memories, attempting to suppress the surging demonic energy.
Just then, the majestic gates of the Demon Palace appeared before them. The obsidian walls exuded a chilling aura, like the gaping maw of a giant beast, as if about to devour everything.
Dai Yao took a deep breath, suppressing the surging demonic energy within her, and a wicked smile curled at the corner of her lips: "The Demon Palace... I, Dai Yao, have arrived!"
"Stop! Who is it?"