He's a Demon!

The eerie crimson object floated in Wen Ran's dantian, its sinister glow casting an otherworldly light over the vast ocean of spiritual energy within him. This thing… it's vile. If it's in my dantian, then it must be tied to one of the techniques... but which one? His grip on the black sword tightened as tension coiled through his body like a spring ready to snap. For now, it's only illuminating the ocean, but that aura… it's far too dangerous to ignore. If I'm not careful, it could consume me. He exhaled slowly, steadying his nerves. Once this is over, I'll study it thoroughly. I have to figure out what it is before it's too late.

His gaze shifted toward the palace, his ears catching the frantic shouts of guards and servants echoing through the corridors. The entire city was in chaos, and Wen Ran's heart burned with a singular desire—a relentless hunger for power, no matter the cost.