Chapter 5:Receiving The Primordial Demon God Inheritance (1)

"Before we start you must swear an oath to heaven aind earth that you will avenge me and bring my wrath to my enemies"

Snow readily complied. As snow finished swearing the oath sound of lighting was heard and the mine trembled and an ominous aura started rising.

" begone" shouted the primordial demon god clashing with the ominous aura

Faraway in a universe, in a palace a man suddenly opened his eyes radiating immense power.. An ominous feeling gripping his heart. Shouting to his servants the man said

"Tell the others God that an harbinger of chaos and death has appeared the world will no longer be peaceful"

In another place a demon god was stunned by the sudden ominous feeling

"the wheels of fate are turning will this harbinger of death be a good thing for us demons or not"

While all this was happening a man in a realm in the border of the chaotic void exclaimed

"hahahahahahaha, masters successor has appeared after all those years.Prepare for war our new lord has appeared its time to shake things up in the Primordial World"

Back in the mines snow was stunned. The mines was shaking as lightning continuously struck as if the world was afraid "what is happening"

"Don't worry, you will understand everything later, just brace yourself. This will be very painful" said the primordial demon god

He suddenly touched Snow's forehead and countless drop of blood started seeping in..

The effect was instant

"Arggg arr" cried snow in agony

Snow, determined ,endured the process of changing his bloodline. yet the pain it wrought was anything but gentle.

The pain gnawed at him like relentless ants, each tiny bite sending searing waves through his chest as if a legion of tiny creatures were feasting on the very core of his being. With each heartbeat, the sensation intensified, an inferno of discomfort that mirrored the persistent crawl of a thousand microscopic jaws. The agony, like an ant devouring his heart, left an indelible mark on his psyche almost driving him crazy

Blood coursed through his veins like fire through his veins, as if the very essence of his bloodline rebelled against the transformation. His bones shattered with a resounding crack, each fracture a testament to the brutal metamorphosis he willingly embraced.His Skin peeled away like fragile snowflakes, revealing raw nerve endings

Organs, ruptured and reformed in a symphony of torment. With every heartbeat, Snow felt the echoes of his soul reconstructing,The air carried his anguished cries