Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

East China Sea, Fulong Island.

Deep within a vast, ancient forest on the northeastern corner of the island, a three-story building is nestled.

Twelve spirit trees sprouted from the ground, naturally bending into pillars. Ancient runes, naturally formed, were engraved on the rough bark, faintly flowing with azure spiritual light.

The dark green vines intertwine and form eaves and brackets, their surfaces covered with patches of green moss, gleaming with a lustrous sheen in the thin mist.

The entire building is made of spirit wood and green vines, blending seamlessly with the surrounding towering trees.

Two streaks of light flew in from the horizon and landed in the forest, revealing two human figures.

One of them was a burly man dressed in a blue outfit, with a bristling beard and a rugged appearance. He was none other than Ao Ye, who had secretly traded jade marrow mushrooms with Chen Yuan.

The other person was dressed as a scholar, with a refined demeanor, but had bloodshot eyes that gave him a ferocious look.

Both men looked solemn as they walked quickly toward the small building, one after the other.

Just then, a green vine hanging from the eaves trembled slightly and stretched out in this direction, like a green snake that had just awakened.

The green vine came to Ao Ye's side, and a white spiritual flower quietly bloomed at its tip.

Ao Ye's voice was low and urgent as he said to Bai Hua, "I have urgent business to discuss with the Third Elder."

The white spirit flower swayed twice in the wind before withering and dying.

A moment later, two large doors woven from intertwined green vines opened, and Ao Ye strode inside, with the Blood-Eyed Scholar following closely behind.

The first floor was empty, but Ao Ye still stopped, and Xue Tong Wenshi had no choice but to stop as well, his expression becoming increasingly anxious.

After a while, a man in a blue robe slowly walked down the stairs. His thin face had distinct features, and his expression was calm, but with a hint of desolation.

If this place weren't on Fulong Island, probably no one would believe that this person was actually a high-ranking demon general, holding great power over the Azure Dragon lineage, and the third elder of the Flood Dragon clan, Ao Qingsong, who had a considerable reputation throughout the entire Ten Thousand Demon Continent.

Ao Ye immediately clasped his hands and bowed: "Demon General She Xuan has come to our clan to pay his respects on the orders of Clan Chief She. I dare not delay and have come to pay my respects to the Third Elder. Please handle this matter."

Ao Qingsong looked at the Blood-Eyed Scholar and said calmly, "The clan leader is currently in seclusion and does not receive guests. Brother She, if you have something to say, please speak frankly."

The Blood-Eyed Scholar, a high-ranking demon general, had met Ao Qingsong a few times. Without pretense, he said, "Brother Ao is probably unable to make this decision. I have come with the clan chief's letter, which I must personally present to Clan Chief Ao for his review."

"This matter concerns the survival of our clan, and even more so the rise and fall of the demon race. It is extremely urgent. I beg Brother Ao to do me a favor."

Ao Qingsong's eyes flashed: "Where is the letter?"

The Blood-Eyed Scholar hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "It's not that I don't trust Brother Ao, but the clan chief has instructed me to hand it over to Clan Chief Ao personally. Please forgive me, Brother Ao."

Ao Qingsong said calmly, "There has always been a rift between our clan and the nobility, with constant conflicts and very little interaction."

"Brother She's sudden visit to Fulong Island today, claiming to be on the orders of Clan Chief She to request an audience with the clan chief, is rather presumptuous."

“If what Brother She mentioned is just a trivial matter, yet it has disturbed the clan leader’s quiet cultivation, I, Ao, cannot bear the responsibility.”

The Blood-Eyed Scholar still hesitated, while Ao Ye beside him looked displeased: "Could it be that Brother She doesn't trust the Third Elder?"

The blood-eyed scholar gave a wry smile: "Very well, I've already sought help from your noble family, there's no point in hiding anything..."

He briefly recounted how two Nascent Soul cultivators from the human realm suddenly appeared and led the Nascent Soul cultivators of the human race to besiege the great formation of the Crimson Ridge Mountains.

Ao Qingsong's expression changed drastically, and Ao Ye was even more dumbfounded, but his eyes revealed a strong sense of doubt: "Brother She, don't talk nonsense. Where did the human race get a Nascent Soul cultivator?"

"The human realm is a complete fantasy. My demon race has always been noble; how could we possibly become spirit beasts enslaved by those lowly humans..."

The Blood-Eyed Scholar said solemnly, "I am absolutely not lying. If you don't believe me, you can ask the Third Elder."

Ao Ye immediately turned to look at Ao Qingsong, his eyes revealing a questioning look.

Ao Qingsong took a deep breath, regained his composure, and nodded: "The clan's records do contain information about the Tai Xuan Realm, but only high-ranking demon generals know about it."

Ao Ye was stunned. Ao Qingsong stepped out of the small building and said in a deep voice, "Brother She, please. This matter is of great importance. I will take you to see the clan leader now."

The Blood-Eyed Scholar was overjoyed and immediately followed.

As the two reached the door, Ao Qingsong suddenly stopped, turned to Ao Ye, and said, "Go back first and get ready."

Ao Ye seemed to wake from a dream, agreed, and quickly walked out of the small building.

The three parted ways. Ao Ye returned to his cave, while Ao Qingsong led the Blood-Eyed Scholar to the grassland east of Fulong Island. They descended with a burst of light a thousand feet away from the towering dragon locust tree.

The two walked through knee-deep grass and stopped before the hundred-foot-tall dragon locust tree.

The Blood-Eyed Scholar held his breath, looking up at the azure dragon clinging to the dragon locust tree in the distance, its eyes tightly closed. Two faint bumps appeared on its forehead, and with each breath, azure energy swirled around it, causing the wind and clouds to tremble.

Ao Qingsong bowed deeply and said respectfully, "Qingsong greets the clan leader."

The Blood-Eyed Scholar also clasped his hands in greeting: "Junior She Xuan of the Blood-Eyed Serpent Clan pays respects to Clan Chief Ao!"

The two bowed slightly and waited for a full quarter of an hour before a deep, resonant voice rang in their ears, making their hearts tremble: "What troubles this old man from his meditation?"

Ao Qingsong said, "The Nascent Soul cultivators from the Tai Xuan Realm have attacked and besieged the Chiling Mountains. The She Clan Chief ordered a demon general from the clan to come with a letter to request reinforcements from our clan."

"Tai Xuan Realm? God Transformation Monk?"

The voice grew even deeper, and the Blood-Eyed Scholar's face paled, feeling as if his internal organs were trembling slightly.

Suddenly, white mist surged out from among the green grass. The scholar with blood-red eyes looked up and saw a large cloud of mist surging in from all directions, enveloping the dragon locust tree. He could vaguely see a blue-green dragon loosening its four claws, soaring into the air, and disappearing into the mist.

A moment later, the clouds and mist dissipated, and an old man with a green robe, green hair and beard, and a burly figure landed in front of the two. Even his eyes were a pale blue color.

He looked at the blood-eyed scholar and said calmly, "Where is She Zhelin's letter?"

The Blood-Eyed Scholar dared not delay and quickly took out a jade slip, presenting it with both hands: "Please take a look, Chief Ao."

Ao Cang raised his hand and snatched the jade slip away. With just a glance, the jade slip turned a faint blood red.

His eyes narrowed, and he looked up at Ao Qingsong: "Summon all the demon generals on Fulong Island!"

……

Beihai, Lieyuan Island.

In the iron-gray mist, a huge abyss runs from north to south, with gray-blue seawater, frothy with white foam, rushing through it.

The cliffs on both sides are over a hundred feet high, and the island is covered with red sandstone, a desolate place.

The eastern island was lush and vibrant with life. Near the abyss, a magnificent palace stood tall. Inside the palace, a young scholar from the Blood-Eyed Serpent clan stood with his hands at his sides, his expression solemn.

Beside him stood a burly man in black robes.

Opposite the young scholar, a handsome man in purple robes sat on a large stone seat, seemingly examining the contents with his divine sense, his expression quite gloomy.

After a moment, he raised his head and said in a deep voice, "An hour later, I will personally lead the demon generals of my clan to relieve the siege of the Crimson Ridge Mountains."

The young scholar bowed deeply: "On behalf of the clan leader and the Blood-Eyed Serpent Clan, I thank Clan Leader Kun for his great kindness!"

He finally felt relieved. This was the first time the young scholar had met Kun Chenglie, a demon general with a great reputation in the Myriad Demon Continent. He had not left Lieyuan Island for thousands of years, and was extremely mysterious. He never showed his emotions, which made him quite uneasy.

The man in purple put down the jade slip in his hand and said calmly, "This matter concerns the survival of the demon race, and I have no choice but to take responsibility."

He then looked at the burly man in black robes beside him and ordered, "Take Demon General Shewei down to settle her in, and gather all the demon generals in the clan."

The burly man in black robes clasped his hands in agreement and turned to leave the main hall with the young scholar.

After the two left, the man in purple robes became gloomy, slowly got up, walked out of the main hall, and with a flash of light, crossed the abyss and arrived on the desolate West Island.

In the center of the wasteland stood a grand hall built of massive stones, shrouded in a deep black mist.

The man in purple robes descended with a flash of light, flicked his sleeve, and the two tightly closed, heavy stone doors swung open with a deafening roar that echoed through the empty hall.

He strode into the hall, which was filled with a deep black mist.

Wherever the man in purple robes passed, the black mist dissipated on its own. He stopped in front of a cage of white bones.

The cage was about ten feet in diameter. A cultivator sat cross-legged on the ground in the middle of the cage, wearing a set of ancient battle armor.

The armor was entirely black, covered in scars, with ferocious beast heads on both shoulders, and a long crack extending from the beast head on the left shoulder all the way to the right chest.

His black hair was draped down, obscuring his face. His head drooped limply, his life force was weak, like a candle flickering in the wind, exuding a sense of deathly stillness.

After Kun Chenglie's footsteps faded away, the man raised his head, revealing a deathly pale face, devoid of any color. He was none other than Ren Laomo, the sect leader of the Xuan Yin Sect who had entered the spatial passage with Chen Yuan and the other three.

He stared into Kun Chenglie's eyes and said calmly, "If you want to kill or torture me, do it quickly. To think that you can make me submit and hand over the Xuan Yin Armor is wishful thinking."

His voice was hoarse and dry, like two stones rubbing against each other, sending chills down one's spine.

Kun Chenglie coldly said, "I should have realized long ago that it is impossible for the human race in this world to produce a Nascent Soul cultivator. You are from the Tai Xuan Realm."

Ren Laomo was taken aback, then suddenly burst into laughter. His hoarse laughter was as sharp as an owl's and echoed throughout the hall.

After a while, Old Demon Ren finally stopped and said leisurely, "Let's do it."

Kun Chenglie narrowed his eyes: "Why are you so eager to die?"

The old demon Ren said, "I have long said that the purpose of cultivating immortality is to achieve longevity and freedom. How could I bow and scrape, much less hand over the Xuan Yin Armor to you monsters..."

Kun Chenglie interrupted, "I don't want your Xuan Yin Armor, nor do I want your life. As long as you tell me your origins, I will spare your life."

Old Demon Ren said leisurely, "You are right just now. I am indeed a cultivator from the human realm. Now, can you let me go?"

Kun Chenglie asked, "How many Nascent Soul cultivators came to this world with you?"

Which sect in the human realm did you come from?

Will the human realm continue to send Nascent Soul cultivators, or even large armies of cultivators, to this realm?

Ren Laomo was taken aback, then let out a hoarse laugh: "No comment."

Kun Chenglie's face darkened: "Do you really think I won't kill you?"

Old Devil Ren scoffed, "Does Your Excellency think that what I said earlier was merely a show of bravado?"

Kun Chenglie's expression turned completely cold. His gaze fell on the black armor on Ren Laomo's body, a hint of regret flashing across his face: "It seems that this magical armor is destined to be out of my reach..."

With a heavy flick of his sleeve, the black mist that had been swirling in the hall surged into the bone cage, engulfing Old Demon Ren.

The black mist collided with the black armor, causing the armor to shimmer faintly, but the light was extremely dim.

The black mist shattered with a roar, but a wisp of it still managed to seep into Old Demon Ren's body.

As the hundreds of black mists shattered, hundreds of tiny wisps of mist entered Old Demon Ren's body.

Ren Laomo could no longer maintain his cross-legged sitting posture. He collapsed to the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably. His ten fingers dug deeply into the hard ground, and he let out heart-wrenching howls that sent chills down everyone's spines.

Kun Chenglie sneered. No one could endure the pain of the Soul Refining Mist.

He turned and walked out of the main hall. Although he was reluctant to part with that magical armor, he didn't want to leave any hidden dangers behind.

Now, human cultivators have crossed over again, wiping out the Howling Moon Silver Wolf clan and besieging the Blood-Eyed Spirit Serpent clan, threatening the entire demon race.

With the fate of the Kunyu clan hanging in the balance, the demon generals must do everything in their power to rescue them. Kun Chenglie cannot afford to leave any hidden danger on Rift Abyss Island.

But he had only taken a few steps when he heard Ren Laomo's broken voice behind him: "My army of cultivators from the human realm... will soon descend upon this world and slaughter the demon race..."

Kun Chenglie stopped in his tracks, his expression growing increasingly grim.

The letter sent by She Zhelin detailed the process of the Nascent Soul cultivators in the human realm besieging the great formation. What this person said was exactly the same as what Xinghuo Zhenren said.

He turned around, and through the Soul Refining Mist, he could vaguely see Old Demon Ren lying on the ground, struggling to raise his twisted and painful face, his bloodshot eyes revealing a mocking look.

Kun Chenglie slowly raised his right hand, and a halberd appeared out of thin air in his palm.

This halberd is about ten feet long, and its entire body is purplish-black. It has no complicated patterns, except for the two crescent-shaped blades, which shimmer with a faint luster.

The moment the halberd appeared, the Soul Refining Mist surging in the hall suddenly stopped, becoming stagnant, as if it had been startled. The pain suffered by Old Demon Ren also lessened considerably.

Kun Chenglie examined the Fangtian Halberd in his hand and said coldly, "Back then, my ancestor descended from the Burning Demon Realm, wielding this halberd, and drove the cultivators of the human realm out of this realm. This time, I can also slaughter all the cultivators of the human realm."

"That Master Xinghuo acted so rashly, it seems he was just bait thrown out by you. But no matter how many Nascent Soul cultivators follow, they will all die."

Old Demon Ren's pupils shrank: "You are... a descendant of the Kun Fish Demon King?"

Kun Chenglie smiled proudly, the halberd in his hand suddenly disappeared, and he turned and walked out of the hall.

The stagnant black mist surged, engulfing Ren Laomo once more. His mournful howls echoed through the hall, carrying a hint of despair. (End of Chapter)