Although his own origins were unusual, after spending a long time in this world of gods and demons, he would inevitably leave behind one or two clues. And the longer he stayed, the more the fate of heaven would be influenced by him and begin to change. Even if this change was only slight, for those saints who had attained the Hunyuan realm, it would be enough for them to deduce many things.

The longer the time, the more they could deduce, and the greater the chance of his exposure.

The difficulty of keeping his secret would only increase. But now, there was an opportunity to obscure the fate of heaven, to prevent others from discovering his origins. The key to this lay with William King.

This William King, like himself, had a true form of a crow. If he could deal with him atop the Zhurong formation, it would truly be done without anyone knowing. Then, by appearing in the world of gods and demons under his identity, when others tried to calculate his background, the fate of heaven would ultimately point to this William, which would have no effect on himself. It was just like when he used a computer in his previous life: if you deleted a file, there were experts who could recover it. But if, after deleting the file, you created a new file with the same name in the same directory—even if the file was empty—even the best experts would have a hard time retrieving the original content.

Now, Henry Clark was facing the same principle.

The opportunity was great.

This William King was far too careless, actually allowing him to stumble into the formation space so muddle-headedly. Such a thing, if it had happened in the past or to any other shaman, would have been unimaginable, yet it had happened.

The most absurd part was that this William King, confident in his safety within the Zhurong formation, took no defensive measures at all while cultivating his profound arts. In this way, without outside interference, his cultivation naturally progressed faster, but at the same time, it was also his most vulnerable moment. Although Henry Clark now had little demon power left, given William King's current state at this critical moment of cultivation, not to mention him—even if an ant bit him, he would immediately suffer a backlash and lose control.

A scorching aura radiated from William King; his Lihuo profound art had reached a critical juncture. At the same time, it was also Henry Clark's best opportunity.

Without any hesitation, Henry Clark flickered, revealed his true form, walked to William King's stone bed, and coughed. Normally, William King would have dismissed this cough as nothing, but now, at this life-and-death moment of cultivation, Henry Clark's cough was like a thunderclap in his mind. His aura immediately became chaotic, and in an instant, the true fire within his body ran wild. In the blink of an eye, his mortal flesh, cultivated to the utmost, was burned clean by his own true fire, leaving only a wisp of remnant soul, drifting in confusion within this space.

The most tragic part was that this was a sealed space. Not to mention a remnant soul—even if a ghost king came, they couldn't get out.

This wisp of remnant soul knew the method to activate the formation, but unfortunately, all his power had been burned away by the Lihuo, and he had no way to open the space and escape. He could only watch helplessly as this mysterious stranger who had appeared in the formation space devoured him, without even a chance to protest.

Chapter 9: The Cave of Trapped Emptiness—Obscuring the Fate of Heaven (Part 5)

The teachings of Elder Wright were extremely diverse, covering both human and demon cultivation methods. There were all sorts of strange, inconceivable, and even somewhat demonic techniques mentioned. Among them was one called the Soul-Searching Method. Although this method sounded rather sinister, in fact, many orthodox true immortals had used it. Its function was to read memories from the three souls and seven spirits of a living being.

Naturally, Henry Clark had also learned this method.

In fact, within this formation space, Henry Clark had gained a great advantage. If it hadn't been for William King's carelessness, he would never have had the chance to use this method and would have been dealt with by the other party, perhaps with the same technique.

But because of the backlash from losing control and the Lihuo's counterattack, the pitiful William King's usual demon aura and flesh were devoured by the Lihuo, leaving only two things: a wisp of remnant soul and thirty-six thousand black feathers.

Speaking of these black feathers, Henry Clark had them too. In fact, they were the thirty-six thousand feathers on their original bodies. For any living being cultivating, as long as the method was correct, at a certain stage they must undergo a transformation. For demons, this meant taking on a human form. After transformation, the first thing to do was to reforge some of the powerful parts of their original body, just like refining a magic treasure. In this way, when encountering trouble, they could use these to resist. And when forced to revert to their original form, it would greatly enhance the power of their body.

To say nothing else, Henry Clark was very clear about this: the yellow-browed old monster in the Little Thunderclap Monastery used that cloth bag, which almost captured all the immortals the Monkey King had summoned from heaven, leaving the Monkey King utterly helpless. That thing was the postnatal bag of the Western Maitreya Buddha before he attained Buddhahood, also known as the Human Seed Bag.