Death Resentment Energy, a suffocating blackness, shrouded the world.
In the sky stood the figure of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, tall and slender. The wind rustled the hem of his clothes as his long hair, tied with a golden ribbon, streamed behind him.
That person was Aaron Sinclair.
Black energy swirled around him—the Death Resentment Energy that had flooded this world. A mere touch would drive an ordinary person into a bloodthirsty frenzy, yet the Death Resentment Energy grew gentle as it neared him.
Aaron Sinclair raised his hand and glanced around before forming a seal in front of his chest. At the same time, with him as the epicenter, all the Death Resentment Energy in the world surged toward him like a tide.
The Death Resentment Energy poured into his body in a ceaseless stream, where he absorbed and refined it. Inside him, the incoming Death Resentment Energy formed a vortex in his dantian, ultimately transforming into pure Demonic Qi.
