Born with immortal seed

Chapter 680

"The sun and moon hang high in the sky, and two emperors stand side by side... The old man is too conservative. I should have eaten him a hundred years ago, which would have saved me a lot of trouble."

A young man with smooth skin and handsome features stepped out of the void, facing the sky as if facing a formidable enemy.

After waiting for a long time without anything happening, he burst into unrestrained laughter.

"The Sun Emperor entered the Asura statue and was ambushed by those people from the Earth Immortal Realm. His mind was filled with boundless rage, leaving only his instinctive consciousness. We don't need to pay attention to the remaining people in the Demon Realm. As long as we avoid the Moral Sect, we can dominate this world."

Instead of the Heavenly Inspection that the old man had mentioned, the handsome young man laughed heartily, knowing that today was no longer the past, and felt that he could go anywhere in the world.

He appears to be at the Nascent Soul stage, but his cultivation techniques are mysterious and he has also devoured his master's soul, possessing all the divine abilities of a true demon. He is confident that he can survive even when facing a Nascent Soul cultivator.

As long as you don't provoke those stubborn Nascent Soul cultivators of the Moral Sect, the rest of you won't have the energy to get entangled with them.

After several rounds of fighting, his injuries may not be too severe, but the Nascent Soul cultivators would be the first to give up.

"First, capture two cultivators to search their souls so we can understand the changes in the cultivation world in recent years, and then make a plan... What does sacrificing an entire realm to return to the Heavenly Demon Realm have to do with me? I was born in this realm, and I can still ascend to the Earthly Immortal Realm after cultivating to the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. It's not like I only have one option."

The handsome young man looked around, made a hand seal, and bursts of light surged forth, leaving a silver streak in the air.

After flying a hundred miles, they came across a mountain stronghold with traces of spiritual energy. They rushed into the stronghold and captured the two people with the highest cultivation levels, then pointed two fingers at each of their foreheads.

In an instant, the two living cultivators merged into two drops of blood. The handsome young man stuck out his tongue, licked them, and closed his eyes to savor the taste.

"As expected, the Moral Sect is still the most respected... A hundred years ago, the demon race actually started a war between the two races, and once even invaded the heartland. Later, in a world-shaking battle, they were no match for the demon race and retreated from the land again?"

The handsome young man had two beautiful eyebrows that were raised, making it difficult to tell whether he was male or female at first glance.

"We still need to find someone with higher cultivation. Foundation Establishment cultivators have limited knowledge and only hear secondhand information from others, which is a mix of truth and falsehood... The situation of the demon race is only slightly better than that of the demon race. Where do they get the courage to attack the human race? Could it be that some demon saint has awakened, or that a genius demon lord has emerged in the demon race, possessing the strength to sweep away those of the same level?"

The reason why the demon race is more successful than the monster race is that it has spread its bloodline and secured a place in the cultivation world.

The spread of the Heavenly Demon Realm's cultivation techniques was not so smooth.

Despite the large number of demonic sects, their cultivation techniques have undergone numerous revisions, resulting in a world of difference from the originals and significant deletion of core content.

The demonic path practiced in the main demon realm differs from the ideology of demonic cultivators in the immortal realm.

Besides being biased, cruel, and bloodthirsty, and pursuing the Great Dao for selfish reasons, their paths to the Great Dao are completely different.

The true demons only want to completely destroy this world, return it to chaos, and turn it into nourishment for the Heavenly Demon Realm or a trial ground for the demons.

Because of this, the ancient demons were hunted down even more fiercely.

Even in the medieval period, they were still organizing wave after wave of wars to destroy demons.

Destroying the ancient demons and severing the lineage of the true demons is the inescapable duty of every cultivator.

The handsome young man searched through his memories to find out who the highest-ranking cultivator in the nearby major sects was.

Not only do we need to search souls to obtain more accurate information, but we also need to find the key to the transformation into a deity.

Unlike other cultivators, he did not need to undergo the test of heavenly tribulation. As long as he retrieved the demons sealed in various places and made his holy body intact, he could naturally return to the Nascent Soul stage.

The handsome young man looked up at the east, his eyes shining: "What good luck! I've run into a Nascent Soul cultivator so quickly, saving me the trouble of breaking through the formation to capture him from the sect."

He reached out and grasped at the air, and five chains of light lit up in the sky, turning this area into a restricted zone.

Sensing the immense force that threatened to break the light chain, his expression changed drastically. He put on a silver glove with his other hand and slammed it down from above.

"Such a sharp sword light! It's actually a late-stage Nascent Soul sword cultivator. He can be considered a figure in the current cultivation world... Soul Search should be enough to find this person. There's no need to run around researching whether those demon-slaying sects have changed their names or where their old sites are located."

A suit of magical armor appeared on the handsome young man, covered with countless complex runes, and half of his body was covered by a mask, making him even more mysterious.

"Who dares to make a move in broad daylight!"

The cultivator who was stopped remained calm, showing no sign of panic at encountering a powerful enemy, and loudly questioned the situation.

"I've long forgotten my former name. You may call me the Night Emperor..."

The handsome young man eagerly anticipated seeing a look of panic on the other person's face, ideally losing his composure and his soul upon hearing that name.

But the other party remained unmoved, as if they had never heard anything, which deeply disappointed him.

"With your strength, you must come from one of the major sects. Haven't you seen my deeds in the sect's records?"

The Night Emperor was somewhat annoyed. This green-robed swordsman possessed a lofty aura and a profound sword light, which could only be cultivated by the top sects.

In such ancient sects, the introduction to the realms of demons and monsters is of paramount importance and would never be omitted.

Or perhaps the current cultivation world is so arrogant that human sects no longer take the threat from the Heavenly Demon Realm seriously; this part has been completely deleted.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know. If you still have a breath left after I finish searching your soul, I will refine your soul into a demonic puppet, which will grant you a different kind of immortality. You will have plenty of time to slowly memorize these things!"

The Night Emperor's eyes flashed with a dangerous light as he spoke the most wicked words in the most ordinary language.

The so-called demonic puppet is a puppet made from the soul of a cultivator that has already been made in the Heavenly Demon Realm. The soul of the cultivator is then sealed inside the puppet.

Unable to enter or leave, unable to rest, their only perspective of the outside world is through the eyes of the demon puppet.

Furthermore, it cannot possess any autonomous authority; it is merely the source of the demon puppet's spirituality.

Each time the demonic puppet operates, it consumes soul power, and the pain is ten thousand times more intense than being cut by knives or pricked by needles.

The magic puppet can be repaired when damaged, or it can absorb flesh and blood to heal itself, which can indeed be called an alternative form of immortality.

But as long as a cultivator is refined into a demonic puppet, if they can do it, everyone would be eager to end their own life as soon as possible and gain freedom.

"Aren't you going to ask my name?"

The swordsman in the green robe held his sword upside down, his demeanor relaxed as he spoke.

"Why ask these questions when you're about to die? Before me, you're nothing but clay chickens and earthen dogs until you reach the Nascent Soul stage... As for your name, after searching your soul, I'll know everything about your ancestors for eighteen generations. There's no need to ask."

The Night Emperor found it amusing; it seemed it was time to step out of seclusion and give the human race a small shock.

Otherwise, in another hundred years, the two demon emperors who once terrified the cultivation world, who required the Earth Immortal Realm to send down several Void Refinement cultivators and gather many Human Nascent Soul cultivators to set up a grand formation to defeat them, will truly disappear into the river of time and be unknown to anyone.

Even under such encirclement and suppression, the Night Emperor repeatedly broke through the seal and managed to escape.

The price to pay is that the number of true demonic bodies in one's body decreases, and one's strength declines accordingly.

But at least they've retained their freedom, and there's still hope for a comeback.

Unlike another equally famous demon god, whose true nature has been suppressed to the deepest level, the Asura statue is even less likely to retreat in order to resist the seal.

Only by maintaining this state can one resist the demonic power within the seal and withstand the erosion of time.

"makes sense."

The swordsman in the green robe nodded, as if acknowledging this statement.

With a flick of his finger, the distance between the two was quickly widened.

The Night Emperor was slightly taken aback, and his silver-gloved hand instinctively stretched outward to block the closing star curtain.

Click!Click!Click!
Like the sound of gears turning, the giant silver hand appeared to be struggling against the starry sky.

The Night Emperor's expression changed drastically. He pulled out five chains of light, creating a space that allowed the giant silver hand to break free, and the star curtain crashed down.

Later still, when heaven and earth merge and the starry sky takes shape, this hand might be severed directly.

"Who are you?"

The Night Emperor looked at his palm; there was a dent in the silver glove, and the light-woven glove was clearly damaged.

From initially being dismissive, they are now fully focused.

Putting everything else aside, just the ability to instantly form an array and create a self-contained space is something that ordinary late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators cannot possess.

"After searching the soul, one will know."

The green-robed swordsman laughed heartily, waved his hands, and countless sword lights rose up, obscuring everything.

He himself disappeared into the sea of ​​sword light, and no one knows where he went.

"Sword formation?"

The Night Emperor was startled. Although his demonic body had not participated in the siege of the Taibai Sword Sect back then, he was fully aware of the relevant information.

He devoured the previous Night Emperor, and naturally inherited his memories as well.

Knowing that the first real opponent he would encounter after leaving the cave was a formidable foe, he knew he could not underestimate them.

With two light taps on the demonic armor, demonic clouds churned, and the next moment a beautifully curved demonic body appeared.

"The sword formation of the Taibai Sword Sect is ultimately nothing more than borrowing power from the sword, preemptively acquiring the true essence of the Great Dao that exceeds one's own limits, and using the flying sword as a carrier to receive it. In this way, the upper limit of endurance, the degree of backlash tolerance, and so on, are all incomparable to the human body..."

The Night Emperor slowly moved his demonic body; it seemed that his bones had become somewhat rusty after not using it for so many years.

"But before the Moon Demon Saint Body, everything is illusory. Even if I fall to the Nascent Soul stage, my internal demon core is still at the sixth level. How could it possibly harm me?"

Thousands of lightning sword lights bombarded him, but the Night Emperor's body became ethereal, neither dodging nor avoiding them.

The sword flashed, as if striking the surface of a lake, startling the calm water and shattering the reflected moon into countless fragments.

Once the water calmed down, the bright moon became a complete circle again.

No matter how many sword lights or which star, use the characteristics of the Moon Demon Saint Body to meet the enemy.

Occasionally, it would launch a fierce counterattack, its giant silver palm slamming out, attempting to strike the star hanging high in the sky.

He was besieged by the people of the Earthly Immortal Realm back then, and he was also trapped by three people of the same level in the Western Regions. They attacked him so badly that the spiritual veins were severed, the earth sank, and it lasted for a full ten years.

Ultimately, after losing an arm, he managed to escape.

The Moon Demon clan is renowned in the Heavenly Demon Realm for its strong survival abilities, and often served as scouts and spies during the Three Realms War.

Only an attack with power that completely surpasses the Moon Demon Saint Body can inflict fatal damage.

"What an exaggerated sword formation! When did the human race's swordsmanship develop so rapidly!"

The Night Emperor appeared relaxed and at ease, manipulating the sword light and stars with ease, but in reality, he soon discovered the extraordinary nature of this sword formation.

He was fearless of sword light, but he was equally unable to harm the sword formation.

The silver gloves were, after all, a low-grade Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasure, so it was fine that they didn't work.

He cultivated a stream of demonic energy through arduous training, but before descending to the mortal realm, he first went to the Demon Cave, held a stream of demonic energy in his mouth, and endured the pain of being pierced by ten thousand arrows.

After arriving in the human realm, I will then master this supernatural power.

Otherwise, the demonic energy cultivated in the Demon Realm will be restricted and cannot be used after descending to the Demon Realm.

With this demonic aura, the Night Emperor has severely injured a Void Refinement cultivator from the Earth Immortal Realm and killed two Nascent Soul cultivators. Given the opportunity, he is virtually invincible.

He was able to decipher the regular patterns of the stars within the sword formation in a short time.

Seizing the opportunity, he unleashed a burst of demonic energy that struck a blazing star. It only swayed slightly before returning to normal in a short while.

Upon seeing this, the Night Emperor's heart sank.

This means that the opponent has no way to do anything to him, and he also cannot break the sword formation.

The two sides reached a stalemate, with neither able to inflict fatal damage on the other.

This result was undoubtedly a resounding slap in the face to the Night Emperor, who was full of confidence and thought he could easily crush all the cultivators in the world except for the Morality Sect.

After several more days of fighting, using all the magical powers of the demon race, they still couldn't find a weakness in the sword formation.

What puzzled him even more was that a sword formation of this scale could maintain the rotation of celestial bodies and the changes in star phenomena without running out of energy.

Unless this Nascent Soul sword cultivator is a Deity Transformation cultivator who deliberately sealed his cultivation, there is no way to explain all of this.

"No, even a Nascent Soul cultivator couldn't seal their cultivation. It's not like we haven't seen Nascent Soul sword cultivators before... Only those who have reached the Void Refinement stage and whose sword cultivation has reached an unprecedented fifth realm could possibly achieve what we see with only a Nascent Soul cultivation!"

The Night Emperor was startled by his own deduction; how could there possibly be cultivators at the Void Refinement stage in the mortal realm?

Back then, the three races fiercely competed for the Heaven-Opening Treasure, which ended with the Earth Immortal Realm emerging victorious.

Afterwards, all the cultivators from the Earthly Immortal Realm successfully returned to the Upper Realm.

The reason why the Heavenly Demon Realm and the Heavenly Monster Realm left so many ancient beings in the lower realm is because they were being hunted down and ran around in all directions, and many of them missed the rewind node of the void passage.

Furthermore, the reverse ascension plans of these two races were largely disrupted by cultivators from the Earth Immortal Realm, which is why they were forced to remain.

"How about we shake hands and make peace? You can see that you can't hurt me, and fighting is just a waste of time... Your cultivation level isn't high, but your swordsmanship has earned my approval. From ancient times to the present, few can compare to you."

After all, he wasn't the real Night Emperor, but just a lucky one who devoured his predecessors and grew rapidly to this point.

Having failed to achieve victory in just a few days, he grew impatient and took the initiative to speak.

"The Demon Who Destroys Realms, I will fight to the death. If I let you leave the cultivation world, how many calamities will be added to our lives... Between you and me, only one of us can leave alive."

A clear voice rang out from all directions, resolute and determined, with unwavering confidence.

The only response to the Night Emperor was the simultaneous blazing of twelve even more dazzling and terrifying sword lights, unleashing an attack without reservation.

After two generations of owners, the Star River Sword Formation has undergone additions, subtractions, deletions, and modifications, finally reaching its strongest form.

(End of this chapter)