Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

As soon as Cangsong Daoren finished speaking, he no longer concealed his cultivation aura, and his Nascent Soul power, no less than that of Yin Qianjie, suddenly spread out.

Chen Yuan, Qin Wuyai, and Lu Wangquan also released their auras, and the combined pressure of the four of them swept across a radius of a thousand miles.

The overwhelming demonic aura emanating from Yin Qianjie shrank to its lowest point.

Yin Qianjie's pupils contracted. Of the four Nascent Soul cultivators, the handsome young man and the white-haired old Taoist had strong auras, and the black-robed old man was even a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator. Only the white-robed cultivator had a slightly weaker aura.

For tens of thousands of years, the human race has been weak and vulnerable, secretly infiltrated and completely controlled by the demon race. When did it first produce four Nascent Soul cultivators?

Suddenly, an idea surfaced in his mind, and Yin Qianjie blurted out: "Are you people from the Tai Xuan Realm?"

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed, and he said calmly, "It seems that you are not entirely ignorant about ancient matters."

“That’s right, we come from the Tai Xuan Realm, but I prefer to call it the Human Realm.”

Yin Qianjie's face immediately turned ugly, and he said, word by word, "You've opened another spatial passage? This is outrageous!"

Upon hearing this, the five Wolf God Cult cultivators and Shen Jibai felt a sense of absurdity and their expressions became somewhat strange.

When did it become the turn of a dignified demon general and howling moon wolf king to say the words "this is too much" to a lowly human cultivator?

The Taoist Cangsong coldly replied, "You are a demon beast; when did you become worthy of being called a human?"

A hint of annoyance flashed in Yin Qianjie's eyes; he had never called him a "monster" before.

But he was powerless to refute it. Although the demon race in this world was high above and enslaved the human race, all their writing and language were learned from the human race.

There were also demon generals who wanted to create their own language and script, but the demon race had already become accustomed to the human race's language and script.

Moreover, all the techniques and supernatural abilities were written in human script, each word a gem, containing profound meanings, making them extremely difficult to alter, so in the end, they had no choice but to abandon the project.

After speaking, Daoist Cangsong raised his hand to form a hand seal, about to make a move, but Chen Yuan stopped him by raising his hand.

Daoist Cangsong frowned: "What do you mean by this, Fellow Daoist Chen?"

Lu Wangquan and Qin Wuyai also looked over. Chen Yuan said to Yin Qianjie, "If we fight here, we will definitely destroy the bodies of these ten demon generals. How about we go somewhere else?"

Yin Qianjie glanced at the ten corpses of the silver giant wolves below, nodded slightly, and immediately flew upwards in a flash of light.

Chen Yuan and his group of four followed closely behind, while Shen Jibai and the five Wolf God Cult cultivators heard Chen Yuan's calm voice: "Wait here."

Shen Jibai immediately responded, and the other five sighed inwardly and also respectfully agreed.

They all had the Fire Lotus Mark planted in their bodies by Chen Yuan, and their lives were in his hands, so they had no choice but to obey.

The five men watched as the only middle-aged cultivator who sincerely believed in the Wolf God Cult and was utterly loyal to the Howling Moon Silver Wolf Clan died amidst his agonizing howls.

Chen Yuan and the other three surrounded Yin Qianjie and arrived at a height of several thousand feet in the air, where Yin Qianjie stopped on his own.

He had no intention of running away. As a demon general who specialized in physical cultivation, he was best at prolonged battles, but to escape from four Nascent Soul cultivators who possessed profound supernatural powers was as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Moreover, when the four appeared, Qin Wuyai used his sealing power to lock down this area, preventing Yin Qianjie from using his teleportation technique and making it even more difficult for him to escape.

Daoist Cangsong still wanted to make a move, but then he heard Chen Yuan's voice transmission: "Fellow Daoist Cangsong, please wait. This Yin Qianjie seems to know a lot about ancient matters."

"Now that the four of us have him surrounded, victory is assured. Why not ask him a few questions first? We might be able to find something out."

Chen Yuan transmitted his voice to the other three at the same time. Qin Wuyai nodded and also transmitted his voice, saying, "What Fellow Daoist Chen said is absolutely right. As a demon general, he must know the location of the ascension passage."

"If we can find out, it will save us a lot of trouble."

The Taoist priest's expression softened slightly, and he slowly lowered his hands.

With the four of them working together, Qin Wuyai, being a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, could easily kill Yin Qianjie, but capturing a Demon General alive would be impossible.

If we don't ask now, we can only ask the remaining demon generals of the Howling Moon Silver Wolf clan.

Regardless of whether they would speak up, these demon generals might not even know the location of the ascension passage.

Seeing Chen Yuan and the other three exchanging glances and seemingly communicating in secret, Yin Qianjie felt humiliated and snorted coldly, "You've gone to great lengths to lure me here, why haven't you made your move yet?"

Suddenly, his expression changed: "That's it! Since you've opened a spatial passage, there must be more than just four Nascent Soul cultivators crossing over; there's also a large army of cultivators!" "You were indeed using a diversionary tactic; the cultivator army has already attacked the Silver Moon Mountains!"

He turned around abruptly, looking towards the northwest, a hint of anxiety flashing in his eyes.

Chen Yuan said calmly, "Does Your Excellency still have time to care about your clansmen? To be honest, we did not open a spatial passage, but came to this world through a spatial passage left over from ancient times."

Yin Qianjie sneered, "I am already in your trap, why bother with empty words?"

"After the ancient war, all spatial passages leading to the Tai Xuan Realm were destroyed to prevent you vicious villains from crossing over again, leaving no one behind."

"If the spatial passage had not been reopened, how would you have arrived in this world?"

Qin Wuyai smiled and said, "It seems that you only have a superficial understanding of ancient matters."

"After that great battle, although the cultivators of the human realm... that is, the Tai Xuan Realm you mentioned, won, it was a Pyrrhic victory. The world was shattered, spiritual energy declined, and the ascension passages were destroyed."

"We are barely able to take care of ourselves, let alone open up a spatial passage to invade this world, let alone an army of cultivators."

Upon hearing this, Yin Qianjie recalled the vague account of that ancient war in the clan's ancient texts, and his tone softened somewhat: "Why did those fellow Daoists cross over to come here?"

Qin Wuyai sighed softly, "The ascension passages to the Tai Xuan Realm have all been destroyed. After cultivators reach the Nascent Soul stage, they can only remain trapped in the Tai Xuan Realm, waiting to die."

"Fortunately, one of the founders of Qin's sect discovered this remaining spatial passage."

"We have successfully passed through the spatial passage and arrived in this world, only to use the ascension passage to go to the upper realm and continue our journey."

Yin Qianjie paused, then said with a hint of doubt, "You just said that you wanted to borrow my head..."

Qin Wuyai said, "I did indeed have this intention, otherwise I wouldn't have lured and killed ten of your demon generals..."

Yin Qianjie's face darkened, but Qin Wuyai ignored him and continued, "However, under the persuasion of this Fellow Daoist Chen, I have changed my mind."

"Even if we kill you, there are still four other demon generals in this realm."

"But there is only one Shen Jibai. Don't even think about using this method to lure them out of the clan again."

"Facing the four of us, even if you join forces with the other four demon generals, I'm afraid you will find it difficult to win."

"Therefore, after some discussion, we would like to ask you to secretly send us into the ascension passage without informing the other four demon generals."

"Not only will we be spared a battle, but we will also offer you a generous reward. What do you say?"

Yin Qianjie lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then suddenly spoke: "Good! I thought I was going to die today, but if I can save my life and receive treasures, it would be a good thing."

Qin Wuyai smiled and said, "Then I'll have to trouble you, fellow Daoist. May I ask where this ascension passage is?"

Yin Qianjie said, "The ascension passage is right here..."

Suddenly, a silver longbow appeared in his left hand, and a dark iron arrow appeared in his right palm. He drew back the bowstring and shot it at Chen Yuan!
Qin Wuyai and the other two's expressions changed drastically. A ruthless glint flashed in Yin Qianjie's eyes. He had roamed the Myriad Demon Continent for thousands of years, so how could he believe Qin Wuyai's words?

Since these four people knew about that ancient war, they must have known that people from the lower realm could communicate with those from the upper realm, so they would never spare his life to let him inform the demon race of the upper realm.

When Qin Wuyai feigned a request, Yin Qianjie knew he was doomed to die that day, so he decided to fight with all his might.

The old man in black was a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. The white-haired old Taoist and the handsome young man had strong auras and their cultivation was no less than his. Only the white-robed cultivator had the weakest aura and the worst strength.

The old man in black locked down this area, his sealing power indiscriminate between friend and foe, preventing the white-robed cultivator from using teleportation.

Even a demon general would be seriously injured if hit by this arrow in his early stages, let alone a white-robed cultivator.

Even if it means his own death, Yin Qianjie will perish together with this white-robed cultivator, or at least severely injure him and sever his path to immortality.

Yin Qianjie was no more than a hundred feet away from the three of them. The black iron arrow transformed into a black stream of light, piercing through the void and leaving a long spatial rift behind it. In the blink of an eye, it arrived in front of Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan didn't have time to summon the Kunpeng Dharma Image or use the teleportation technique to dodge, but he had no intention of dodging anyway.

He flipped his hand and produced a long, azure spear. The faint sounds of rising and falling tides and dragon roars echoed behind him. He raised his hand and thrust it forward! (End of Chapter)