After nearly ten years of listening to Bodhi’s teachings and cultivating for a decade, thanks to his exceptional intelligence, Henry Clark finally realized that he had reached the threshold of transformation.

And the moment of transformation is the most dangerous time in a monster’s life— even more dangerous than withstanding the heavenly tribulation— because during transformation, monsters are completely powerless to resist. So, early on, he found himself a safe place for his transformation.

That place was this cave.

Although the mountain is called Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, and “Fangcun” means “square inch,” the mountain stretches for thousands of miles. The Slanting Moon Three Stars Cave is just a small part of Fangcun Mountain. In such a vast mountain, finding a large enough cave is not difficult, and Henry Clark found one not far from his own lair.

The reason Henry Clark chose this cave was simple: it was deep within the mountain, with only a small entrance, no more than thirty centimeters wide. The entrance led to a long passageway straight into the mountain’s heart, like the neck of a bottle. The cave inside wasn’t large either—about a hundred square meters in area and three meters high. The narrowest part of the passage was only about twenty centimeters high, so even for a little crow like Henry Clark, it was just barely possible to squeeze through.

Deep inside the mountain, few creatures ever came here. Besides that passage, there was only a thin mountain crevice leading outside, letting in a faint ray of sunlight—just like the “skyline” scenery Henry Clark had often seen on TV in his previous life.

Black mist swirled around him, and demonic energy filled the entire cave. Although Henry Clark had reached the stage of transformation, his cultivation time was short and his demonic energy limited. As soon as his energy reached the critical point, the transformation began. So, his demonic energy didn’t overflow but filled the cave, making it unlikely to attract the attention of other creatures.

Within the black mist, his feathers began to fall off. His body, originally no bigger than a soccer ball, started to squirm and expand. Blood vessels bulged out, and his body made cracking sounds.

Henry Clark felt as if every inch of his body was splitting apart. His muscles and bones shifted, his blood vessels restructured. Fortunately, he had cultivated a strong state of mind over the years; otherwise, the pain would have killed him.

Just as the pain reached its peak, he felt his body relax. From outside, a surge of vitality and energy, like a spiritual spring, seeped into his body, repairing every cell and tissue. In fact, this was the demonic energy surrounding him returning to his body.

The black mist around him slowly gathered inward, finally condensing into a mass that merged into the curled-up body of Henry Clark. When the black mist dissipated, Henry Clark began to stretch his body.

He had succeeded. Without any outside interference, Henry Clark’s transformation process was surprisingly successful.

Lingtai Fangcun Mountain was majestic, with beautiful peaks and deep forests, thousands of ridges like spears, cliffs like screens. Deep in the mountains, there was a ravine with a waterfall cascading from the summit. The water was clear and the sound of the spring echoed. At the bottom of the ravine was a deep pool.

At this moment, Henry Clark stood by the edge of the pool, gazing at his reflection in the mirror-like surface, examining his new form.

Overall, this body was quite good—moderate build, about 1.7 to 1.8 meters tall, with yellowish skin, a bit paler than the average East Asian, making him look slightly unhealthy. What pleased him most was that his head had evolved completely—not only completely, but also delicately formed, not the bird’s head he had worried about. This finally put all his concerns to rest.

He checked his internal functions.

Overall, not bad. All his demonic energy had been used up during the transformation, so now his body wasn’t much stronger than an ordinary person’s. But he didn’t mind; he could always cultivate more demonic energy. Now, he had plenty of time, and he was full of anticipation for what he would practice next.

The Nine-Tier Celestial Immortal Art, and the seventy-two Earthly Fiend Transformations.

Now his physical condition should be fully suitable for cultivation. At the same time, he could also practice the methods of demon cultivation. For him, demon cultivation was still the most suitable, since his essence was still that of a demon. But all that was for later. For now, he needed to leave this place!

Looking up at the towering mountain whose peak was out of sight, Henry Clark could only smile wryly. With his demonic energy dispersed, the only way to leave was to return to his original form and fly over the high mountain. But could a crow fly that high?

Curling up his body, with a gust of wind, Henry Clark turned back into an ordinary crow. Flapping his wings, he used all his strength—resting three times along the way—before finally flying over the mountain and returning to the familiar territory of Lingtai Fangcun Mountain. Judging by the days, it seemed it was time for the patriarch’s sermon, so he flew toward the Slanting Moon Three Stars Cave. As he approached, he saw the monkey.

A monkey riding on a cloud—looking closely, who else could it be but George?