Redemption of a Born Demon

"If you die, don’t blame me."

As he spoke, the gauze-wrapped old man reached up to lift the white gauze wound around his face.

This white gauze was clearly no ordinary object. It was covered in mottled, blood-like stains and emanated an ancient aura, seemingly possessing an extremely strong sealing power.

Upon seeing this, the expressions of the other Divine Sealers changed instantly. They hurriedly lowered their heads, not daring to look at the face beneath the old man’s gauze, as if the very act was something to be feared.

"Ditru."

Durand said softly from behind him.

He was well aware of Ditru’s power. Ditru hailed from the Realm of Rebirth, one of the Five Divine Sealing Veins, and was among the strongest of the Five Divine Sect Leaders in both seniority and Cultivation.

Moreover, as the leader of the Realm of Rebirth, Ditru’s strength did not come solely from himself.

"Rest assured, I know my limits."

Ditru said calmly.

As the gauze on his head was unwrapped, a dazzling brilliance burst forth. His entire head was densely covered with runes of unknown meaning. These runes were not carved on, but had grown directly, twisted from his very flesh and blood.

It was a face that could only be described as horrifying, covered in countless flesh-and-blood runes that radiated a dazzling light.

As the gauze on half of Ditru’s face was lifted, a terrifying influence began to radiate outwards.

The corners of everyone’s clothing began to slowly float up, and fine dust from the ground rose into the air amid the brilliant light.

Zhou Qingchen and his companions stood to the side. Unlike the Divine Sealers, they didn’t avert their eyes, instead staring directly at the man’s face. As a result, they were all intensely affected.

Their vision began to twist and blur. Their heads throbbed as if struck, and frantic whispers echoed in their ears.

This forced them to circulate their Life Magnetic Fields and use their respective Meditation Techniques to calm their spirits and focus their minds to resist the influence.

"Pure Mind Power can actually reach this level?!"

Zhou Qingchen exclaimed in amazement.

This was a power capable of warping reality and moving objects with sheer thought alone, to say nothing of its effect on living beings.

The pressure he naturally radiated was enough to drive a person insane, sending their Divine Sense into a frenzy. He was like one of the legendary Divine Spirits—a being one could not gaze upon directly.

Even Ding Huiyuan, whose own path was deeply intertwined with that of Spirit Cultivators, had a look of shock in his eyes.

He had witnessed such immense Spiritual Power before, but not in the mortal world—only within the Sumeru Realm.

Back then, he had ascended to the peak of Ling Mountain and seen many Arhats and Bodhisattvas, but he had only ever felt a similar pressure from the few Buddhas seated upon the highest thrones.

’A human brain can’t withstand such immense Spiritual Power. Is this a state similar to Long Yichen’s?’

Yi Beidou’s expression was calm as he stared directly at the other’s savage face, which was covered in flesh-and-blood runes.

Long Yichen’s Dragon Essence was also a power a human body couldn’t withstand. Only when the Celestial Monarch descended, connecting his body to some strange power and allowing it to evolve to a certain extent, could he execute his Techniques.

Ditru’s current state seemed similar.

Suddenly, a thought struck Yi Beidou.

The great Spirit Cultivator who founded Buddhism left a very strange image for posterity: a topknot that looked like it was composed of many spheres, a form no normal human could achieve. This was also considered one of the Thirty-two Buddha Forms.

’Thinking about it now, perhaps that was a sign of transformation by Divine Power—an incredible change born from the desire to maximize one’s own Spiritual Power.’