Bio-engineered Dinosaur in the immortal world-Chapter 66: Demonic Orb again

Zou Fang and Red’Ribbon stood frozen, staring at Wei Long with disbelief.

They had seen him just moments ago, a monstrous, unrecognizable force of destruction, and now he stood before them, tamed-looking once more, wearing the same expression of confusion that mirrored their own.

Yet, their instincts screamed at them to be careful.

What if this was just another trick?

What if he was still the same creature that had nearly torn them apart?

"Are you... really back?" Zou Fang was the first to break the silence, his voice shaky yet demanding.

He took a cautious step forward, eyes darting over Wei Long’s figure, searching for any hint of deception.

Wei Long frowned. "What do you mean by that? Of course, I’m back. I’m always me."

Red’Ribbon crossed his arms, his expression unreadable. "Then explain what just happened."

Wei Long opened his mouth, then closed it. He let out a long sigh and scratched his head. "Honestly? I have no idea."

"No idea?" Zou Fang’s voice cracked. "You turned into a monster! You slaughtered everything! And now you just say you have no idea?! Are we supposed to just accept that? How do we know it won’t happen again?"

Wei Long grimaced. "I... I guess I lost control. I was hungry."

Red’Ribbon narrowed his eyes. "Hungry?"

Zou Fang blinked. "What do you mean, hungry? Are you saying that just being hungry made you into that... thing?"

Wei Long nodded slowly. "Yeah. I think so."

Zou Fang threw his hands up in frustration. "So let me get this straight! All of that—the madness, the massacre, the sheer monstrous energy—was because you were HUNGRY?"

Wei Long sighed. "It sounds stupid when you put it that way, but yes."

Zou Fang started pacing, his voice growing louder and more hysterical.

"What kind of hunger does that to a person?! Normal hunger makes you cranky, makes your stomach hurt, but it doesn’t turn you into a flesh-ripping nightmare! Are you telling me that if you don’t eat for a few hours, you’ll become a monster again?!"

Red’Ribbon rubbed his temples. "Calm down, Zou Fang. We need to understand this first. Wei Long, when did you first notice this hunger? How bad did it get?"

Wei Long hesitated.

"It wasn’t like normal hunger. It was... deeper. Like something inside me was gnawing away at my sanity. I could feel it building up, but I ignored it—No I don’t have a choice at that time because of that lion. Then, before I knew it, everything went black, and the next thing I remember..."

He glanced at the carnage surrounding them. "This."

Zou Fang clenched his fists. "And eating doesn’t solve it?"

Wei Long shook his head. "No. I don’t think food is what my body needs. It’s something else."

"Something else?" Zou Fang’s voice was sharp with disbelief. "So let me get this straight—you’re telling me that eating regular meat won’t stop you from turning into a mindless killing machine? Then WHAT WILL?!"

Wei Long exhaled heavily. "I don’t know, Zou Fang. If I knew, I wouldn’t have let this happen."

Zou Fang let out a frustrated scream, his face contorted in exasperation.

"So we’re just supposed to live with the fact that, at any moment, you could lose control and kill us all?! That if you get too ’hungry’ again, we’re dead?!"

He ran his fingers through his hair wildly.

"What kind of insane condition is this?! Who even gets a transformation trigger like that?! I’ve heard of cultivation deviations, demonic possession, berserker rage, but HUNGER?! What kind of nightmare are we dealing with?!"

Red’Ribbon exhaled, forcing himself to stay calm. "We’ll figure it out. Losing our heads won’t help."

Zou Fang scoffed. "Losing our heads is exactly what’s at stake here! Literally!"

Wei Long let out a dry chuckle. "I don’t blame you for freaking out, Zou Fang. But I don’t have the answers you want right now."

Zou Fang scowled. "Then what do we do? Wait around and hope you don’t suddenly snap again?"

Wei Long lowered his gaze. "I don’t know."

Zou Fang gritted his teeth. "Unbelievable."

Red’Ribbon exhaled. "For now, let’s focus on staying alive. We can figure this out later."

Zou Fang groaned but didn’t argue further.

The air was thick with tension, none of them knowing what to say next. But then, just as Wei Long lowered his gaze in thought, his eyes landed on something unusual.

A transparent orb lay on the ground before him, pulsing with an eerie glow..

Isn’t that the demonic orb he left, from the beauty Deva Squad before Xi Na and Glock’Nine left to go back to the demonic sect?

Now, it was transparent.

Could it be that the miasma from earlier came from this orb?

Wei Long thought.

After all, where could that thing come from if it’s not in this demonic orb?

Suddenly, Wei Long’s prehistoric arm would tremble.

Should I take this?

He is not sure.

After staring at it for a few minutes and hearing Zou Fang rumble a lot of annoying words, he tried to reach for it.

Wei Long’s claws delicately wrapped around the orb. Its dark surface was still pulsating with a strange, eerie energy.

A leftover?

He narrowed his eyes, somehow, he could feel the same raw, condensed hatred within its depths when he was covered by miasma that probably came from it.

There was something unsettling about the way it vibrated faintly against his scaly skin.

He had expected something more intense, but this?

This was something completely different.

Red’Ribbon leaned in, his crimson fur bristling slightly as he sniffed the air. "What... is that?"

Before Wei Long could answer, Zou Fang’s face twisted in horror. His body stiffened as if he had seen a ghost. "That... that’s a Demonic Orb!"

Wei Long raised a brow. "A Demonic Orb?"

Zou Fang swallowed hard, his hands trembling. "Yes... and it’s not something to take lightly. Do you even know how one of those is created?"

Wei Long simply shook his head, waiting for an answer, but the look in Zou Fang’s eyes already told him it was nothing pleasant.

Zou Fang took a deep breath before he continued, his voice slow and filled with underlying dread. "It’s an abomination... a product of sheer cruelty and malice. It begins with capturing hundreds—no, thousands—of beasts. Not just any beasts, but those with immense potential, those with intelligence, those who struggle when they feel pain."

Wei Long’s grip tightened on the orb, sensing the weight of his words.

"They are caged in dark, suffocating chambers, bound by chains infused with dark essence. Every day, their flesh is cut, their bones broken, and their Qi is extracted through forbidden techniques. They scream, they wail, they beg, but no one listens. Their suffering isn’t meant to end quickly. It’s meant to last."

Red’Ribbon shuddered, his ears flattening. "That’s... that’s monstrous."

"Monstrous doesn’t even begin to cover it," Zou Fang said bitterly. "Each beast is pushed beyond the threshold of despair, hatred sinking into their very souls. Then, at the height of their agony, when their will is broken, their bodies weakened, they are brought to a ritual circle. There, their hearts are carved out—while they’re still alive."

Wei Long’s expression darkened. He looked down at the orb again, feeling a sudden sense of nausea.

"The blood from their still-beating hearts is collected and dripped onto an empty, lifeless stone. But this isn’t just a normal stone. It’s something that absorbs their very essence—their hate, their grief, their rage. It takes months, sometimes years, for the orb to fully form, and when it does, it carries the will of thousands of tormented creatures."

The atmosphere around them turned suffocatingly thick. Even the wind seemed to die down, as if nature itself refused to acknowledge the orb’s existence.

Wei Long clenched his fist around it. "So you’re telling me that in order for me to maintain my sanity when I transform... I’d have to create something like this?"

Zou Fang hesitated before nodding slowly. "Yes."

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Wei Long let out a low growl, frustration bubbling beneath his skin. "I refuse. There has to be another way."

Red’Ribbon, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up. "Then why not go to a Demonic Sect?"

Both Wei Long and Zou Fang turned to him sharply.

"A Demonic Sect?" Zou Fang repeated in disbelief. "Are you insane? That’s the last place we should be going!"

Red’Ribbon shook his head. "Think about it. If we can’t create the orb ourselves, then the next best thing is to find those who already know how to control the Demonic Dao. A Demonic Sect is full of people who study this kind of energy, who harness it, who manipulate it. If there’s any place where Wei Long can find an alternative method to keep his mind stable, it would be there."

Wei Long mulled over the suggestion, his tail twitching slightly. He hated the idea of relying on something so foul, but he couldn’t deny the logic in Red’Ribbon’s words.

Zou Fang’s face was pale. "You’re seriously considering this?"

Wei Long exhaled sharply through his nostrils. "If it means I can prevent myself from losing control, then I don’t have much of a choice."

The three of them stood in silence, the weight of their decision pressing down on them.

A Demonic Sect... a place of darkness, corruption, and unimaginable horrors. If they chose this path, there was no telling what awaited them. But for Wei Long, this was no longer about fear or morality. This was survival.

"Then it’s decided," he said finally. "We go to a Demonic Sect."