“So, today is the day, huh.”0

Yi Myeong-Hwan had already fully resolved himself.1

Mara Blood Flame Qi—that was the name of the demonic art Kang Jin-Ho had handed down to Yi Myeong-Hwan and the rest of the Demon Flames.0

Vator or Kang Jin-Ho would have to personally guide the Demon Flames in the finer points of this method, but it was still up to Yi Myeong-Hwan and his peers to master the basics themselves.0

‘Aaand it sure was hellish, wasn’t it?’0

While trying to master the Mara Blood Flame Qi, Yi Myeong-Hwan got a rude awakening—that the previous demonic art he mastered was basically scratching the surface of a humongous boulder!0

Demonic cultivation was dangerous. It gifted the cultivator enormous power at the cost of their humanity. At least, that was what Yi Myeong-Hwan believed. However, as it turned out, he had been a bit naive about this whole situation.0

What he had mastered so far was nothing more than a foundation. The basics. This became starkly clear as soon as he began cultivating the Mara Blood Flame Qi. Simply breathing in qi and circulating it through meridians was enough to rouse murderous urges to the near-boiling point while his emotions were thrown into total disarray.0

‘And I’m supposed to endure all that.’0

What a dreadful thing this was. On the other hand, Yi Myeong-Hwan's anticipation ballooned. His strength grew in leaps and bounds simply with a starter's cultivation method. In that case, how much stronger would he be by mastering this Mara Blood Flame Qi?0

One could not gain something without losing something else in return. If that notion...0