Today had taught me a great lesson. With this new organization targeting me, I needed to advance my training at a far greater rate. I knew Grey and my parents would still force me to go to school, so I needed to adapt.

Marching into the Library with haste, I stared at the librarian with respect, "Lord Grant, can you tell me where I can find a powerful spear technique."

His eyes seem to flash as he stared at my bloody form. I had not changed but rather made this my first stop. He gave a crooked smiled before lightly nodding, "I was wrong about you, young lad. You may be the first Snow to complete the Immortal Origin Technique. Follow me, boy."

With caution in my step, Grant led me deep into the library and up a few hundred stories; with wonder, I finally grasped that this library was bigger on the inside. Rolling my eyes at the late realization, I saw a luxurious golden door with two large statues of demons on each side, each of them holding halberts as they stared down at me.

Placing his hand on the door, a loud clank was detected as Grant pushed the door open, revealing a massive marble cube that read, "A Gift To My Descendents." There was other writing, but I somehow could not read it. As if a powerful force was pushing my eyes away or rather making them blurry. Grant snickered, gesturing for me to place my palm on the cube.

Stepping closer, I hesitantly placed my arm down when a subtle white light streamed from the cube into my body, followed by a few various colors. The Light, however, suddenly began to shiver as the cube began to glow, forming hundreds if not thousands of various colors to flow deep within me. Causing my mind to buzz, my skin to throb as I appeared in a white void of nothingness.

"What are you, boy," a soft, muttered voice demanded,

Staring at the burly figure of what looked like a demon with horns that seem to stab into the very heavens. my first thought was that I died again, yet I tossed that thought aside as a primordial fear wrapped its embrace around me.

"My name is Arsène Snow," I cautiously replied, my gaze focusing solely on the entity before me.

The figure stared at me with interest pursing its lips. I could feel a connection...a resonance with the thing before me as if we were the same.

"You are of my blood...but it would seem like it was somehow mutated. How you are still live is already a miracle. Answer me, boy, what is it that you seek from here." his fiendish voice inquired.

I have not heard stories of demons in this world before, but in my old world, they were usually portrayed as devils, deities that should be feared, something I could closely relate to. This demon's cold stare reminded me a lot about myself. Thinking about it closer, his eyes look similar to that Ashen bastard that helped me today.

"Power," a simple answer, but expressing a hundred possibilities.

The demon smiled as his crimson eyes glimmered, "A true descended indeed, even if my bloodline was low within you, but what will you do with this power...if granted?" He zealously sought.

My eyes slowly turned cold as a deep hunger began rising up within me. From the depths of my soul, a savage grin I thought I lost surfaced, "Slaughter, Murder, Anarchy Whatever My Hearts Desire,"

Like a depraved beast, I stared deep into the eyes of the shocked demon. I could see him shiver in excitement as his form began to become more translucent, "Dao of Darkness...his comprehension must be on that level." he muttered, licking his lips with a hint of infatuation.

His fiendish laughter echoed as the white light within the void began to fade into darkness, "The path of the demon or maybe Devil is a dangerous one, my child, but I have fate...I hope to see you within the Demon World...ascend and head to Elysium. I shall be awaiting you at the Gates Form By Brimstone!" He roared, his calculating eyes filled with amusement.

With a woosh! My body returned, or rather my mind as my palm was still gently placed on the cube, but something that was not there before had entered my mind.

"Demonic Sacrilege Mantra," "Demonic Spear of Order,"

My mind grew hazy before I fell to my knees. Grant had swiftly appeared, placing a small crimson pill inside my mouth, "Don't fall asleep. Your already damaged soul is working overtime to maintain itself; you need to give it time to settle." He hastily declared a hint of trepidation present in the back of his throat.

The fog clouding my mind had cleared a little, but I felt unnaturally heavy, as I tried to turn towards Grant,

"What did you see?" he probed. Hope, radiating from his stare.

"The ancestor...he still lives," I weakly stated before a cloud of darkness slowly began to muddle my eyes. I could see Grant panic as he placed his arm on my back. Suddenly a jolt filled my body as my awareness shot awake.

"Damnit, boy, stay awake," Grant shouted as sweat covered his brow. Taking out a few needles, he speedily stabbing various parts of my body. Abruptly causing my Vital qi within my 12 Mederian began jumping with joy as it slowly began to swell, growing stronger and more define.

Not letting this opportunity pass, I began pushing all the excess energy into my Eight Extraordinary Vessels. Loud pops sounded one after another as all eight vessels open almost instantly. Like a stream, my vital Qi began flowing through all eight passages.

However, whatever Grant had done caused a massive overload in my body as the built-up energy kept growing more and more. I could feel my Mederians and Vessels growing at a rate that was far too quick for my current body to handle.

Gritting my teeth, I felt some of my blood vessels snapping one after the other as my vital qi kept on increasing. Knowing there was not much choice, I begrudgingly began opening my Twelve Divergent. No one, and I mean no one, wanted to open these damn Meridians as it would make cultivation hell.

Loud ringing sounded within my head as I felt a deep harmony within my body beginning to take place when suddenly my heart began to pulse seemingly out of sync as a sensation I was all too accustomed to rear its ugly head.

Darkness!!!

The Void of Darkness had returned, but instead of helping as it did before, I could feel it fusing...merging with my vital Qi. My mind suddenly fell into despair as all I could do was move my vital qi through the Twelve Divergent Meridians.

Cracks and blood exploded from my body like bombs exploding as I opened my hollow eyes. The pain I thought would rise never came, but a hollow sensation was present in my heart as I gazed helplessly at Grant.

"Fuck," I whispered aloud with dismay.

With a light chuckle, Grant gently patted my head, "It's fine, my boy; aside from using ten times more resources, you will be more than ten times stronger than cultivators on your stage. Twelve Divergent are not for the poor to open, but you are a Snow. The one thing we do not lack is resources."