Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

A dazzling streak of light streaked across the sky, exuding a powerful aura and a strong demonic energy.

Within the ethereal light, Chen Yuan flapped his wings, holding the conch shell, carefully sensing Lin Huai's approximate location, his expression slightly grave.

The conch shells are quite peculiar. After transmitting their thoughts, they can vaguely perceive each other's location for a period of time by relying on the mysterious connection between their divine senses.

This was originally the way this type of dragon beast would call for its companions when it encountered danger in its previous life.

This characteristic was retained even after it was refined into a magical artifact.

After receiving Lin Huai's message, Chen Yuan immediately rushed to his location, but the two were quite far apart, hundreds of thousands of miles away, and he could not arrive in time.

Throughout the journey, Chen Yuan spared no effort except for not using his teleportation technique.

After activating the Kunpeng True Blood, his speed was extremely fast, almost comparable to that of a Void Refinement cultivator. He covered most of the distance in just one day.

Lin Huai encountered two high-level demon generals, but dared not fight them head-on, so he could only follow them secretly, which was quite risky.

If Chen Yuan arrives too late, Lin Huai may fall into danger, and the two high-level demon generals will be able to escape safely and then go and destroy other dragon breath platforms.

But even though he rushed as fast as he could, something still happened.

Lin Huai had been flying westward, but suddenly stopped, which worried Chen Yuan.

Fortunately, half an hour later, Lin Huai continued flying westward, presumably continuing to track the two high-ranking demon generals, which put Chen Yuan at ease.

But a day later, Lin Huai suddenly turned and flew eastward.

Moreover, its escape speed was much faster than before, as if it had turned to flee after being discovered by the demon general.

Chen Yuan was even more worried, but he could no longer increase his escape speed.

Neither teleportation nor lightning escape techniques are suitable for long-distance flight, as they consume too much true energy.

Lin Huai hadn't flown eastward for very long when he stopped, seemingly caught up by the two high-ranking demon generals, which made Chen Yuan's heart sink.

For the next half hour, Lin Huai did not move.

But just three hours ago, he suddenly flew thousands of miles away again, then stopped, and hasn't moved since.

Chen Yuan didn't know if Lin Huai had escaped danger; perhaps he had already fled and was hiding somewhere.

Perhaps Lin Huai was never discovered by the demon generals from beginning to end, and was still following the two demon generals, but stopped at a certain place.

Chen Yuan had previously received a message from Lin Huai and successfully killed a high-ranking demon general.

He knew that Lin Huai, like himself, was cautious by nature, and with the help of the dragon sparrow, he would not be easily defeated even when facing a high-ranking demon general.

That dragon-bird possessed extraordinary bloodline and was extremely sensitive to dragon energy. It could track the demon general even from a distance of thousands of miles. Logically speaking, it shouldn't have revealed any flaws.

Perhaps Lin Huai had already died at the hands of those two high-ranking demon generals, but for some reason, the Tongyin Luo was not taken away, but was left behind.

Many guesses arose in Chen Yuan's mind. The only thing he could do was to continue on his way and transform his spiritual energy into demonic energy.

If Lin Huai had not encountered danger, Chen Yuan's approach as a human cultivator would have alerted him.

After several more hours of flying, Chen Yuan was getting closer and closer to Lin Huai, only about 6,000 li away.

He secretly circulated his true energy, spread his divine sense, and carefully guarded himself.

Lin Huai is not a weakling and should not side with the demon race, but we still cannot be too careful.

If those two high-ranking demon generals have other demon generals behind them, or even Ao Pan and Zhong Ding as their allies, and they set a trap, Chen Yuan would have to be careful.

He wasn't worried about the two true spirit descendants, nor was he afraid of being outnumbered; his only fear was that the Demon Saint might have bestowed some kind of trickery upon him.

The few crimson scales that the Flame Cloud Demon Saint bestowed upon Ao Xuan almost completely depleted Chen Yuan's true essence. If he were to be given any other treasures, he would probably be forced to take the Instant Essence Pill.

However, even the Flame Cloud Demon Saint probably didn't expect that Crimson Scale, which could withstand a Demon King's attack, would be so fragile in front of Chen Yuan.

After refining the drop of essence blood left behind by the Kunyu Demon King and comprehending the fragments of the Green Mantis Realm's origin, Chen Yuan's mastery of the laws of space was no less than that of a Void Refinement cultivator.

The power of spatial destruction he condensed was far superior to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

However, this kind of supernatural power used beyond one's realm consumes too much true energy, and even Chen Yuan is finding it difficult to cope.

Ao Pan is mysterious and unpredictable, and Zhong Ding is the son of the Heavenly Pillar Demon Saint. We don't know what tricks they have up their sleeves, so we must be wary.

Chen Yuan remained vigilant, and once he was within three thousand miles of Lin Huai, he slowed his escape speed slightly and focused his divine sense on the location of the conch shell.

But unexpectedly, the place was calm and peaceful, with no sign of Lin Huai. Only the broken traces on the ground indicated that a supernatural force had ravaged the area and a fierce battle had taken place.

Chen Yuan frowned, further slowing his escape speed. A silver light flashed in his eyes as he gathered his three kinds of true spiritual power, ready to unleash them, and continued flying towards that place.

Even if a demon general really sets a trap, he will still brave it.

If we could take this opportunity to obtain a true spirit blood, that would be wonderful.

Chen Yuan was unable to refine the true blood within Ao Xuan's body, but according to Wu Xuan, Ao Pan had the Azure Dragon bloodline, and Zhong Ding had the Black Tortoise bloodline, which did not conflict with the three types of true blood he had already refined.

Choosing either one will remove the bottleneck to breaking through to the Void Refinement Realm.

Chen Yuan flew within 300 li of Tongyinluo, but still found nothing.

He slowed his escape speed and scanned the area inch by inch with his divine sense, finally discovering some clues.

The dragon energy on a stone mountain seemed somewhat unusual, slightly restless, as if a formation had been set up.

Chen Yuan's heart sank. Lin Huai did not practice the art of array formations, so who set up the array here?
He stopped a thousand feet away from the stone mountain, his gaze fixed on its summit, and said in a deep voice, "Who is hiding here? Please come out and meet me!"

The mountaintop was desolate, with only sand, stones, and withered grass, and dust was blown up by the wind. It looked like nothing unusual.

But after Chen Yuan finished speaking, a ripple like water suddenly appeared on the mountaintop, and several figures flew out.

Lin Huai took the lead, looking at Chen Yuan with a strange expression, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

The dragon sparrow stood on his shoulder, its majestic golden dragon eyes revealing a hint of fear.

Its bloodline is extraordinary, comparable to the top bloodlines of several holy races in the Burning Demon Realm, but it still pales in comparison to the blood of the True Spirit, and it feels awe towards Chen Yuan from the perspective of its bloodline.

Following Lin Huai were four people whose appearances were quite different from those of the dragon people. They exuded a pure and righteous aura and all had extraordinary bearing. They were looking Chen Yuan up and down with their eyes flashing. They were clearly human cultivators.

There was also a late-stage Cloud Ascension Realm dragon-human following behind these four, but he was insignificant. Chen Yuan's gaze fell on these four, a hint of joy flashing in his eyes. With a thought, the demonic energy around him transformed into pure spiritual energy.

Upon seeing this, the four exchanged glances, their eyes revealing understanding.

The purple-robed cultivator at the head of the group stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, "Are you Fellow Daoist Chen Yuan of the Tai Xuan Sect?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Huai's expression changed slightly, his lips moved twice, and a purple light suddenly appeared in his eyes before he calmed down.

Chen Yuan was extremely perceptive and immediately noticed that Lin Huai's expression was unusual.

However, he did not ask any questions. He merely glanced at Lin Huai without leaving a trace, then looked at the purple-robed cultivator and said, "It is indeed I. May I ask your esteemed name, fellow Daoist, and which sect or school you belong to?"

Chen Yuan decided to remain unchanged in the face of all changes. These four cultivators, three at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage and one at the mid-Nascent Soul stage, were no match for him even if they joined forces.

He had once instructed Lin Huai not to reveal his origins if he encountered any human cultivators.

But these four people already knew that he came from the Tai Xuan Sect, and there must be a reason for that.

Upon hearing this, the purple-robed cultivator's eyes immediately sharpened, a murderous glint flashing within them. He coldly said, "Let me let you know that I am Yuan Shuheng, a true disciple of the Huayu Peak of the Tai Xuan Sect."

"Your Excellency exudes demonic aura and impersonates a cultivator of our sect; your crime deserves death!"

Before he finished speaking, Yuan Shuheng flipped his hand and produced a bronze mirror, then raised his hand to form a hand seal.

Thunder roared in the clear sky, shaking the very soul.

A purple river of lightning surged forth from the bronze mirror, and thousands of bolts of lightning intertwined to form a thunder dragon, exuding a world-destroying aura as it rushed straight toward Chen Yuan!

After learning Chen Yuan's identity from Lin Huai, Yuan Shuheng decided to kill him.

According to Lin Huai, Chen Yuan could kill high-ranking demon generals with ease, and had even killed a descendant of a true dragon.

Even if Lin Huai exaggerated, a Nascent Soul cultivator of this strength is extremely rare in the Tai Xuan Sect, comparable to Senior Brother Han and several other renowned true disciples, and is capable of competing for a place as a Dao Seed disciple.

Yuan Shuheng, as a true disciple and the son of a Integration Elder, knew the powerful true disciples of each peak like the back of his hand, but had never heard of Chen Yuan's name.

This person is definitely not a disciple of the Tai Xuan Sect. Moreover, he has wings on his back and exudes a demonic aura. Yuan Shuheng is even more certain that this person is very likely a demon impersonating a disciple of the Tai Xuan Sect, with great ambitions.

His killing of Ao Xuan could be due to internal strife within the demon race, or it could be for some other reason.

However, this person was extremely powerful, and Yuan Shuheng dared not hold back in the slightest.

The other two late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators also unleashed their magic weapons and attacked Chen Yuan.

Only Senior Brother Song was powerless to help. Due to the suddenness of the situation, he could only set up an illusion array, but he didn't have time to set up a killing array to lend the three of them a hand.

A look of surprise flashed across Chen Yuan's eyes as the purple thunder dragon arrived in front of him, and the two magic weapons attacked from both sides.

The five golden shuttles, like swimming fish, split into three in the air, transforming into fifteen shuttle shadows that shot towards Chen Yuan from all directions, their aura sharp and exceptionally piercing.

A huge black and white feather fan was waved heavily, and a cold wind blew in, mixed with specks of fire. The wind fueled the fire, and the fire fueled the wind, turning into a fire storm that swept in.

The three of them unleashed their sealing power together, locking down this area and leaving Chen Yuan with no way to dodge, demonstrating their extremely rich combat experience.

Chen Yuan frowned, having no time to discern, and with a flap of his wings, his figure vanished, avoiding the Thunder Dragon magic weapon, and reappeared a thousand feet away.

Yuan Shuheng felt a chill. He and his two senior brothers released their sealing power at the same time, and even Senior Brother Han was helpless. Why could this person still use the teleportation technique?
Senior Brother Song said sternly, "This person possesses the Heavenly Roc bloodline, and it is extremely pure. The three junior brothers must not be careless!"

Yuan Shuheng's expression changed slightly. Although Senior Brother Song's cultivation level was low, he was proficient in array formations and had repeatedly accompanied the sect's masters to conquer other worlds, so he was knowledgeable and experienced.

He sneered, "So you are from the Tianpeng clan, but even if you are of Tianpeng blood, you cannot ignore the power of sealing!"

With a change of hand seals, the purple thunder dragon turned and pounced on Chen Yuan again, its power undiminished.

The black and white feather fan unleashed another storm of fire, and the fifteen shuttle-like shadows moved as nimbly as swimming fish and as swift as flying swords, enveloping Chen Yuan's vital points.

Seeing this, Chen Yuan knew that only by subduing the three could they explain themselves, so he no longer held back.

His black hair turned snow-white, his eyes shone with silver light, and he was cold and ruthless. A Kui Niu (a mythical beast) appeared behind him, and his aura surged.

Since Yuan Shuheng released a thunder dragon, Chen Yuan used the power of the Kui Niu to deal with it and completely subdue it!

He flipped his hand and took out the Purple Kui Thunder Drum, grasped the drumstick, and struck it heavily. The purple-gold drumhead trembled violently, and the sound was like thunder.

The one-legged Kui Niu roared to the sky, amplifying the thunder a hundredfold or a thousandfold, spreading for thousands of miles and piercing through the clouds.

The Xuanli Realm was filled with dragon energy, which even Nascent Soul cultivators could not mobilize in the slightest. When Yuan Shuheng and the other two made their moves, they did not cause any changes in the celestial phenomena.

But when the Kui Niu roared, the sky suddenly darkened, the wind and clouds changed color, dark clouds gathered, and lightning flashed.

The purple thunder dragon was a hundred feet long and had a powerful aura, but it was humbled in front of the ten-foot-tall Kui Niu dharma image.

Boom boom boom!
The lightning flashing in the dark clouds converged into a bolt of heavenly lightning, over ten feet thick. It had no dragon shape, but contained the might of heaven, and descended from the sky, landing on the purple lightning dragon.

The purple thunder dragon immediately disintegrated, unable to even maintain the shape of the thunder river, turning into streaks of lightning that flew back to the bronze mirror.

Chen Yuan raised his hand and made a hand seal. The Kui Niu Dharma Image let out a huge roar, and thousands of thunderbolts paused and condensed into a purple river of thunder. Abandoning the bronze mirror, the river flew towards the Kui Niu Dharma Image.

Yuan Shuheng's eyes were bloodshot. The Thunder River in this bronze mirror was a supreme treasure of the Thunder Dao bestowed upon him by his father. He had spent countless hours refining it day and night, enduring countless hardships. It was the most powerful magic weapon in his possession.

If Lei He were to be taken away by Chen Yuan, this bronze mirror would be useless, and his strength would be reduced by at least half.

But just as Leihe was about to fall into the mouth of the Kui Niu Dharma Image, Chen Yuan changed his hand seals, and Leihe suddenly stopped, hovering beside him.

The sky quieted down, with only the muffled rumble of thunder emanating from the slowly flowing Leihe River.

When the thunder dragon dissipated, the firestorm was shattered by the heavenly lightning.

Those fifteen shuttle-like shadows, after being baptized by heavenly lightning, were dim and lost their luster, and flew back to their master's side.

Everyone looked at Chen Yuan, but dared not make a move.

In the dim sky, behind Chen Yuan stood the image of the Kui Niu, surrounded by a river of thunder, with lightning flashing in his silver eyes and his white hair flying, like a thunder god descending to earth.

He spoke slowly, his voice deep and resonant like thunder: "I, Chen, have no grudge against any of you fellow Daoists, why must you resort to killing?"

Yuan Shuheng took a deep breath, his eyes resolute, as if facing death: "You are impersonating a cultivator of my Tai Xuan Sect. As disciples of the Tai Xuan Sect, we should protect the reputation of our sect. How can we sit idly by?"

"Your mastery of thunder magic far surpasses mine, but taking our lives won't be so easy. Bring it on!" (End of Chapter)