Just as Huo Yuhao thought he would finally fall completely into darkness and die with a heart full of resentment...
The entire World seemed to have its pause button pressed, freezing in an instant.
All movement, all presence, and all pain vanished at this very moment.
Everything around him went still: the Evil Soul Master's playful expression, his own struggling posture, and the bloody scent permeating the air—all solidified in place.
Immediately following, a cold, ethereal voice, carrying endless majesty and eeriness, abruptly and slowly rang out from the depths of his mind.
This voice carried not a hint of emotion, yet it possessed a power that shook the Soul: "What a beautiful fire of hatred, what pure malice..."
The moment this voice sounded, Huo Yuhao's originally blurred and unfocused eyes actually regained their clarity bit by bit.
The pain of suffocation, the exhaustion of his body, and the despair in his heart all vanished without a trace in an instant.
He subconsciously looked around, and in the next moment, he suddenly realized he had already broken free from that desperate situation just now.
Currently, he was situated within a boundless, pitch-black, and profound mysterious space.
There was no sky, no earth, and no light; it was pitch black all around, yet it did not make one feel oppressed.
Only an ancient, mysterious, and extremely cold aura permeated the entire space.
And directly in front of him, a throne stood impressively, entirely pitch-black and carved with complex, eerie patterns.
Upon the throne sat a woman with a graceful figure.
She wore a magnificent black floor-length dress, its hem embroidered with dark red eerie patterns that complemented her snow-white skin.
Her appearance was beautiful to the extreme, yet it carried a coldness and aloofness that kept people at a distance.
Her posture was elegant, and her brows revealed an innate nobility and majesty, as if she were a deity looking down upon all living beings.
She also seemed like a demon god stepping out from the endless darkness, looking down from her high position at the ignorant, dazed, and blood-stained Huo Yuhao.
Before Huo Yuhao could react to this sudden turn of events...
That cold voice slowly rang out once more from the depths of his Soul, carrying a hint of Gu-like temptation and a touch of expectation:
"Little boy, do you want to live? Do you want revenge? Do you want to bring a 'tiny' bit of change to this dark and unjust World?"
Huo Yuhao was still filled with confusion at this moment, completely unable to grasp the current situation.
He especially didn't know who this woman was—this woman who had suddenly appeared, looking like a Heavenly Immortal yet possessing such an eerie temperament.
But he heard her words clearly; every single word smashed heavily into his heart, piercing the most urgent desire in the depths of his Soul.
He wanted to live!
He wanted revenge!
He wanted to change this World even more!
This was the sole obsession in his heart before death, the wish he wanted to realize even if it cost him everything!
Without a shred of hesitation, without the slightest delay.
Huo Yuhao stared fixedly at the woman on the throne, using all his strength to say word by word, with blood-weeping hatred and determination: "I do!"
Even if he had to pay any price, he was willing!
As long as he could have revenge.
As long as he could make those who had insulted and harmed him pay the price.
He was willing to do anything!
The woman looked at the youth before her, whose eyes were filled with determination and sky-toppling hatred. Without any superfluous words, her pale hand lightly gripped the armrest of the throne as she slowly stood up.
Her figure was tall, her black dress moved slightly, and the aura emanating from her became increasingly majestic and intimidating.
Her cold voice carried a hint of arrogance: "Then offer up your Soul and join me in overturning this decayed World."
Offer up his Soul?
Huo Yuhao felt no fear in his heart, only endless wild joy.
As long as he could possess the power for revenge, let alone his Soul, even if he had to give up everything, he was perfectly willing!
His legs bent as he knelt before the woman without hesitation. A blazing fire of hope ignited in his clouded eyes, and his voice was incredibly firm:
"If you truly have the ability to help me get revenge and let me change all of this, I am willing to offer my Soul! In this life, I shall never betray you!"
"Hahaha!"
Hearing Huo Yuhao's answer, the woman could no longer suppress the emotions in her heart and let out a wild, unbridled laugh.
That laughter was full of gratification and ruthlessness, carrying a majesty that controlled everything, echoing for a long time.
After she finished laughing, she looked at the kneeling Huo Yuhao. Her cold voice carried a touch of solemnity as she announced the total transformation of the youth's fate:
"Congratulations, child. From now on, you shall be Rakshasa—the Rakshasa who walks the World, making all things tremble and all people fear!"
As her words fell, the woman's figure blurred, and she instantly appeared before Huo Yuhao.
She leaned down slightly, extending that slender, fair hand that looked like it was carved from jade, and lightly covered Huo Yuhao's head.
In an instant, an indescribable, terrifyingly extreme dark power, like a surging tsunami, poured frantically from the woman's palm.
This power followed the top of Huo Yuhao's head, pouring recklessly into his limbs and bones, into his Meridians, and into the depths of his Soul.
Huo Yuhao only felt his body instantly lose control. His originally weak and depleted Meridians were frantically washed and remodeled by this power.
His originally exhausted spirit power was born and surged at a terrifying speed; every cell in his body was cheering, undergoing a metamorphosis.
It was an ultimate power, carrying bloodiness, coldness, and ruthlessness—the power belonging to Rakshasa.
It was a power sufficient to tear through all darkness and take vengeance on all enemies!
Meanwhile, in the real World, Huo Yuhao—whose neck was being gripped tightly by the Evil Soul Master, his breath nearly cut off and seemingly on the verge of death—suddenly erupted with a sky-toppling evil Qi that swept through heaven and earth!
This evil Qi was as black as ink and carried a thick blood color. It was violent, cold, and ruthless, containing a hatred and power that could destroy the World.
That Evil Soul Master who was gripping his neck didn't even have time to react before being directly blasted away by this terrifying evil Qi.
The Evil Soul Master's body was like a broken sack, smashing heavily against a distant wall before rolling onto the ground.
The Evil Soul Master spat out blood, his bones shattered, and he fell unconscious instantly, his life or death unknown.
The expressions of the other Evil Soul Masters nearby changed drastically. They all acted as if facing a great enemy, instantly summoning their Spirits and looking at Huo Yuhao with full alertness.
But when they felt that beyond-imagination, terrifying evil Qi on Huo Yuhao that seemed to come from the Nine Heavens Hell, they all froze, their legs shaking uncontrollably.
A fear originating from their Souls rose in their hearts. They couldn't even move their feet, completely deterred on the spot by this aura.
Under everyone's terrified gazes, Huo Yuhao's body slowly left the ground, floating in mid-air.
His head was slightly lowered, messy strands of hair obscuring his eyes. evil Qi and blood Qi were Binding around him, making him look like a demon god stepping out of Hell.
In the next moment, he suddenly snapped his head up!
His originally normal black right eye instantly lost all color, turning completely into a deep, cold blood-red.
And that once hollow and lightless left eye, which had long been lost, was now also completely filled by surging blood-colored Qi.
After the blood-colored Qi surged frantically for a moment, it slowly dissipated, replaced by a scarlet pupil like that of a vertical slit!
His left eye regained its sight, and both eyes turned completely scarlet.
blood Qi and evil Qi gushed out from the depths of his eyes, shooting straight into the clouds as if to dye the entire heaven and earth blood-red.
Huo Yuhao slowly turned his neck. Those scarlet, cold eyes, devoid of any warmth, slowly swept over every terrified Evil Soul Master before him.
Endless hatred and killing intent churned in the depths of his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled into a ferocious, cruel, and bone-chilling smile.
His thin lips parted slightly, and with a raspy, cold voice containing endless killing intent, he slowly spat out word by word:
"You all... deserve to die!"