C388 Demonic slave (2/2)
He left Chu Yuan's place.
Dao Wuji then proceeded to the cultivation room that was reserved for him alone in the Mad Knife Sect.
There were many mysterious symbols carved into the secret chamber. These symbols exuded a strange aura. If an ordinary martial artist were to come here, they would absolutely feel their hairs standing on end, and fear would arise in their heart.
Dao Wuji kneeled in the secret room, muttering some words. His voice did not belong to any of the Eastern Source Realm languages.
As Dao Wuji continued to speak that strange language, the mysterious symbol carved in the secret room started to shine with a layer of faint light. The dim light finally gathered in front of Dao Wuji and turned into a faint shadow.
The phantom looked like a person, light as a feather, as if a cool breeze could blow it away.
However, it exuded an extremely powerful aura.
This momentum was domineering, powerful, yet cold and evil!
”You finally thought it through?” The phantom slowly spoke.
”Reporting to Master, Dao Wuji is willing to become your Demonic Slave, I hope that Master can bestow me power!” Dao Wuji kneeled on the ground with a pious expression and said slowly.
”Then you better think this through carefully. After you become my Demonic Slave, you can never go back on your words. Otherwise, you will be turned into ashes!” The figure said.
”I've thought about it!” Dao Wuji said solemnly.
”Alright, Dao Wuji, you will be the first Demonic Slave I will see when I wake up. I have high hopes for you, today, I will bestow you with a human Demonic Seal!”
The illusory figure said indifferently, and then released a pitch black hexagonal rhombus shaped imprint that floated towards Dao Wuji!
Dao Wuji lifted his head.
He allowed the dark imprint to land on his forehead.
His whole body shook violently.
A deep pain spread throughout his body.
Dao Wuji's hands supported himself on the ground, his entire body was trembling as he let out a low groan.
A quarter of an hour later.
The pain finally disappeared.
On the center of Dao Wuji's forehead, the black hexagonal rhomboid mark had perfectly fused with his skin, as if it was an eye.
Following Dao Wuji's thoughts.
Strands of black lines spread out from the pitch-black hexagonal mark. In the blink of an eye, it covered his entire body, giving him a strange feeling.
Dao Wuji clenched his fist.
He had fully recovered from the injuries on his body, and his strength had increased explosively. He took a deep breath, and said: ”Thank you master for giving us the Demonic Seal s!”
”Right now, the only thing I need you to do is to think of a way to enter the The Four Great Families. As for the other things, I won't interfere with your plans!”
”Yes, Master.” Dao Wuji was still kneeling on the ground, bent down like an obedient dog.
After he decided to become the Demonic Slave.
He had already thought through everything.
As long as he could obtain strength, then what was there to become a dog!