"Are you sick? Is it so difficult to get a good night's sleep?"

The boy's chest heaved with anger and he jumped up from the bed.

"This damn nightmare didn't disturb me once, it disturbed me a second time. There's no way I'll be able to sleep today."

The boy sat on the bed depressed, his face messy.

Suddenly, there was a loud thunder outside the window, and the lightning cast a tall and thin shadow.

The boy was so frightened that he trembled all over and subconsciously wanted to ask who was outside, but as soon as the words came to his lips, he rolled his eyes and held them back.

The boy lay carefully on the bed, without making any sound, pretending to be asleep, but his eyes were narrowed and he was secretly looking in the direction of the door.

It was still raining heavily outside the window, and the wind was howling. The black shadow reflected by the lightning seemed to have disappeared, without any movement.

The boy didn't dare to make a sound and continued to pretend to be asleep. The scene of the middle-aged man chopping meat with a knife came back to his mind.

"The dark figure at the door, could it be Uncle Sun?"

When the boy thought of this, he recalled the nightmare he had had before and felt a chill in his heart.

"If this man is really Uncle Sun, why is he outside my door in the middle of the night?"

The boy's intuition has always been very sharp, and he sensed a dangerous aura from the dark shadow.

Suddenly, the wooden door creaked open.

A skinny man walked into the room in the light of lightning, with a gray-brown tail trailing behind him.

The boy's heart sank suddenly. It was indeed him, and in his hand, he was holding a bloody kitchen knife.

But even so, the boy didn't believe that the middle-aged man would kill him.

Perhaps the middle-aged man had just happened to be passing by and had come in to see him? Perhaps the bloody kitchen knife in his hand was just a trivial misunderstanding?

The boy mustered up the courage to sit up and look at the middle-aged man who was gradually approaching.

"Uncle Sun, it's so late, what do you want to talk to me about?"

The middle-aged man stopped in his tracks, a creepy smile forming on his skinny face. "Xiaolong, uncle can't wait any longer. How about I send you to see Xiaolang tonight?"

The boy's heart skipped a beat. "Uncle Sun, where did Little Wolf go?"

As the lightning flashed, the boy clearly saw the middle-aged man's withered arm placed on his stomach.

"Little wolf, you have become a part of your uncle's body. It's warm inside, very cozy. Compared to this cold and cruel world, it's much more comfortable."

The boy felt as if he was struck by lightning, and his face turned pale in an instant.

"Uncle Sun, give the little wolf to..."

"It's not just the little wolf, there's also the little lamb, the little tiger, and the little rabbit. They're all together, so they won't be alone."

It turns out that all those companions who successfully transformed and were adopted by kind-hearted people have been buried in this man's belly?

An indescribable sadness instantly flooded into the boy's mind, causing tears to well up in his eyes and his body to tremble.

"Why, Uncle Sun, why are you doing this?"

Recalling the tenderness and care the middle-aged man had shown him before, the boy found it hard to accept for a moment.

This Uncle Sun who had taken care of them for several years turned out to be a demon who devoured his own kind!

"Xiaolong, uncle loves you, but... uncle also has his own difficulties. If I don't eat you, I will die."

Seeing the middle-aged man getting closer, the boy retreated in panic, but soon he was leaning against the wall, with nowhere to retreat.

"Xiaolong, don't resist. Uncle will be gentle. Close your eyes. It will only hurt for a moment, and everything will be over."

Seeing the bloody kitchen knife approaching, the boy was filled with grief and anger, but he was powerless to do anything.

Just when the boy was about to despair, a familiar voice sounded in his mind again.

"Your strength has actually surpassed his long ago, but you've been suppressing it for too long, which has given you this illusion of powerlessness."

"Let go of those two horns you've tucked into your head. They are the source of your strength, yet you've always been ashamed of them. Instead of using them, you've desperately tried to suppress them."

“Only by facing yourself, accepting yourself, and appreciating yourself can you truly control yourself and gain the power that belongs to you.”

The boy instinctively felt a little repulsed by the voice, but now it was a matter of life and death, and he had no choice but to believe it.

All along, the boy tried his best to suppress the two horns on his head because he was afraid of being recognized as a monster, and he was also afraid that other children would mock him as a freak even more.

But today, with the crisis of death right in front of him, he couldn't care less.

The boy thought about it, and the shackles wrapped around his two horns were instantly untied, and two sharp little horns emerged from the two big bumps on his head.

At the same time, a long-buried power once again poured into the boy's body. The powerful aura was like an explosion, rumbling in his body!

The boy stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the middle-aged man's hand holding the kitchen knife suddenly froze in mid-air, unable to move.

"Xiaolong, you..."

The middle-aged man was frightened. Although he was seriously injured and his cultivation was getting lower and lower, and he had fallen into the Qi Refining Stage, he should have no problem dealing with a five or six-year-old young demon.

But now, the boy only revealed the characteristics of a demon and liberated his nature, and he was able to catch him with one hand. This power far exceeded his!

"Xiaolong, could it be that you really are..."

The boy pushed forward suddenly, and the middle-aged man fell to the ground, and the bloody kitchen knife fell to the ground with a bang.

The boy's mind became sharper as his power was liberated.

He looked around and asked, "Who are you?"

Obviously, the boy was not asking about the middle-aged man who was lying on the ground with a terrified face, but about the mysterious man who had given him hints many times at key points.

"In fact, in the two human history books you have read, you have seen descriptions of me more than once."

There was a hint of sudden realization in the boy's eyes, but it was then covered by greater confusion.

"Many heroes have existed in human history, driving the development of human civilization. Although I am a demon, I have great respect for them."

"But no matter how amazing a genius is, they can only amaze an era. In the end, they cannot escape the erosion of time and the end of their lifespan."

"Death is the eternal destination of all life. In this world, those who have been written into history books have all fallen into eternal sleep in the past. How could they possibly be standing before me alive?"

Facing the child's question, Yang Fan was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke:

"Two hundred thousand years ago, I took a fancy to a brilliant young child, took him in as my disciple, and taught him everything I knew. Over the next few decades, he laid the foundation for the development of human civilization, dedicating himself to it until his death."

"Twelve thousand years ago, human civilization was divided into dozens of tribes, embroiled in intrigue and constant war. A young child, bearing my will, led the Dragon Tribe to conquer the land, unify the world, and establish the Great Xia Dynasty."

"One hundred and ten thousand years ago, humanity was unable to break through the Qi Refining Stage. The path to immortality was incredibly difficult, bordering on despair. I extended my finger and pointed, and a beam of brilliant golden light descended from the sky, landing on a newborn baby."

"This baby is the first cultivator in human history to break through the Qi Refining Stage, and he also established the first immortal cultivation sect in human history."

"At the age of one hundred and ninety-eight, he returned to his hometown to retire. Hundreds of spirit beasts attempted to surround and kill him, but he swept them away with a single blow of his sword, shattering their livers and gallbladders. They never dared to leave the Spirit Mountain again."

"These people I mentioned had a unified name for me when they were still alive."

"Father God."