**Chapter26**

**Chapter 26: The Great Fear**

In the shadowy depths of Forsterling, Lin Feng found refuge within a secluded cave, the weight of dread pressing heavily upon him as an ominous entity invaded his thoughts. "With the mastery of these powers, I sense a transcendence beyond this world; I feel capable of ending Damon's life," he declared, his fist tightening with determination. Yet, the entity's chilling laughter echoed in his mind, taunting him. "Do you truly believe you can vanquish him with such meager strength? Damon will consume you and your power; he is not merely mad—he is pure evil, a deranged devil steeped in depraved psychosis."

"I shall reveal to you the futility of your intentions," the entity hissed, and in an instant, a horrific vision engulfed Lin Feng's consciousness. He beheld a world where every being was born with unimaginable strength, a place where survival was a brutal contest reserved for the mightiest. In this realm, a twin named Akim emerged—one consumed by madness, the other with a heart stained by slaughter. They were shunned by all, even by the land itself. Akim, influenced by his brother's thirst for blood, realized that the only path to sanity was carved through gruesome violence. Together, they ascended to power, ruthlessly suppressing anyone who dared to oppose them, marking a tragic descent into chaos that no one could escape.

"You must grow stronger," the entity warned, its voice laden with menace. "The men who stand beside that devil will be as gruesome as he is. No companion of his will possess normalcy; he will feast on the flesh of children and drink the blood of women as if it were fine wine. The greatest despair looms over you all! There is no end to his slaughter. If one should invade your world, the other will inevitably follow."

As the entity's words faded, Lin Feng was left trembling in terror, the vivid imagery haunting his mind. Each word resonated with a sinister truth that he had witnessed firsthand, and fear gripped him tightly. He clutched his chest, struggling to draw breath, and sank to his knees, overwhelmed. "What have I just seen? Is my life truly over? Where do I even begin?" The weight of this curse felt insurmountable, and he curled into himself, his sanity fraying at the edges. "Who could endure such visions without succumbing to madness? O well I also need to prepare" The entity fell silent, leaving Lin Feng to grapple with the encroaching darkness of his own mind.

In the hallowed halls of the Heavenly Demon Pavilion, an eerie silence enveloped the air as Bai Chen bowed reverently before Damon. Yet, Damon remained undeterred, feeling an exhilarating surge of power coursing through him. "Hahaha! Am I breaking through right here? This is exhilarating!" he exclaimed, only to be suddenly struck by bolts of black lightning. "Ahhh! My brain! I'm being electrocuted!"

The spectacle before the gathered crowd was nothing short of horrifying. "What in the world is that on the stage? He is no mere man; beneath that human guise lies a devil!" one man screamed, clutching his head, overwhelmed by the sight before him. As Damon writhed like a serpent amidst the tempest of lightning, the heavens seemed to grow angrier with every movement he made. "Is this the tribulation of a man or an ancient devil? This is beyond comprehension!" onlookers gasped in disbelief. "But his flesh remains unscathed! What kind of ancient body does this devil possess?"

Fear gripped the remaining contestants on the stage, their proximity to the lightning amplifying the raw power and frustration of each thunderous strike. As Damon prepared to endure yet another assault, he defiantly proclaimed, "You wash my bones and flesh; this is merely my reward. I crave more! Consume me! Strike against my flesh, wash my brain! This is no curse to me!" He stood resolute, demonstrating his unwavering determination to withstand the onslaught.

Suddenly, a palpable pull emanated from Damon as he conjured a vortex at his core, consuming the very lightning that sought to smite him. "Are you certain he is your son-in-law? He is no human; he is a monster that defies existence!" exclaimed the first elder of the Heavenly Demon Sect, collapsing to his knees as he pointed in horror at Damon.

"All hail the Heavenly Demon, Blaire! How dare we assign him the mere role of a disciple? How do we know we won't provoke his wrath? He deserves a sit among us, the supremes!" the second elder echoed, his voice tinged with terror. The realization dawned upon him that Damon was destined for greatness, far beyond the confines of a disciple.

Before further thoughts could form, streaks of golden and purple lightning engulfed the stage, teleporting all contestants to safety, barely escaping the relentless storm. "This man has endured nineteen lightning strikes, each varying in intensity," they murmured, gazing at Damon with a mixture of respect and dread. "Does this devil truly aim to join the Heavenly Demon Sect?"

As the crowd comprehended this revelation, reverence flooded their hearts, transforming fear into worship. Every true disciple, every inner disciple trembled at the sight of Damon, who stood unwavering amidst the tempest. As his bloodlines manifested upon the stage—the proud Asura bowing, the Void Dragon in a posture of reverence, and the Willow Tree of Imagination at the center—whispers of disbelief filled the air. "Whose bloodlines bow to him? They are meant to stand tall! This is abominable! How can a man possess bloodlines of such magnitude and power?"

The onlookers were gripped by fear as the lightning continued to be consumed by Damon. "Is this all you have? I yearn for more!" he roared, feeling the heavens recoil from his presence, withdrawing as if they wished to escape the fury of such a formidable being. When the storm finally dissipated, Damon stood tall, a gauntlet on one hand and the mighty axe Avalonia in the other, his attire in tatters.

"All hail the Holy Sons of Madness!" the crowd chanted, bowing in adoration. Damon had transcended the realm of the commander, stepping boldly into the Kings' Realm. He reveled in his newfound strength, feeling not only empowered but refined. As he collapsed onto the stage, spent yet triumphant, a concerned figure rushed toward him—Velma.

"Darling, you make my heart race even more!" she exclaimed in ecstasy, cradling Damon in her arms as she gazed upon his handsome face.

"Truly a match made in heaven," the onlookers whispered among themselves. "Is this who Velma has been speaking of? Such a beguiling woman, entwined with a devil of such caliber." They understood the gravity of the situation and knew better than to draw near to a man of such formidable presence.