Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Even after the flaming spear left Ao Cang's grasp, it still emitted boundless flames, scorching and distorting the void as it clashed with the white sea of ​​fire that flowed like waves.

The white flame was extremely peculiar. It looked calm and gentle, just a stream of water, like the fire used in alchemy, yet it could suppress spiritual treasures and divine weapons.

As soon as Ao Cang finished speaking, it immediately aroused the vigilance of Cangsong Daoren and Lu Wangquan.

But Qin Wuyai seemed not to hear him, and simply looked at him quietly, saying indifferently, "I, Qin, would like to experience Chief Ao's methods. I wonder what kind of treasured heirloom the dragon clan of this world has left behind?"

Ao Cang's expression turned solemn. He slowly raised his right hand, opened his tightly clenched fingers, and in his palm lay a fist-sized crimson bead, which, like a flaming spear, was surrounded by wisps of flame.

Inside the bead, a red dragon-shaped phantom coiled and swam, which turned out to be a demon soul.

The moment the crimson bead appeared, a long dragon roar reached everyone's ears, including Chen Yuan, who was locked in combat with Kun Chenglie.

His soul trembled slightly, and a sense of primordial desolation washed over him, as if he had traveled through countless ages and returned to ancient times, facing a dragon that blotted out the sky.

When Kun Chenglie saw the crimson bead, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, but he immediately showed some apprehension and slowed down his attack.

Chen Yuan felt a chill. Kun Chenglie knew that he was no match for him after the power of the Kunpeng True Blood in the Fangtian Halberd was exhausted, yet he was so unhurried. How much confidence must he have in the crimson bead that Ao Cang took out?

At this moment, the Taoist Cangsong blurted out: "Dragon Pearl!"

Ao Cang was slightly surprised, and said coldly, "That's right, it is the Dragon Pearl."

"Our ancestor once fought across the land, annihilating countless cultivators from the human realm. The wisp of dragon soul he left behind has been enshrined in the clan for forty thousand years."

"Today, it has reappeared in the light of day, also to deal with you cultivators of the human realm. It is clear that there is a will of Heaven in the dark!"

After saying that, he raised his hand and slapped his chest hard, spitting out a mouthful of blood essence that landed on the crimson dragon pearl, staining it with even more blood red and making it appear even more vibrant.

The demon race values ​​bloodline; whether it is a divine weapon or a magical treasure, it must be guided by blood essence in order to be used.

This was a method deliberately left behind by the ancestors of the demon race. If the crimson dragon pearl and the halberd in Kun Chenglie's hand fell into the hands of other demon beasts or human cultivators, they would not be able to exert any power, which also reduced the covetousness of others.

Ao Cang's essence blood merged into the crimson dragon pearl, which shone brightly. The phantom of the dragon soul within flew out and pounced on the flaming spear.

The two merged into one, and the crimson fire, intertwined with the white sea of ​​fire, flew back like a swallow returning to its nest, swirling around the dragon soul and transforming into its body, rapidly expanding.

Qin Wuyai narrowed his eyes, pointed at the giant cauldron in front of him, withdrew the white spiritual fire, and retreated rapidly.

Ao Cang did not rush to pursue. The dragon soul absorbed all the crimson fire and transformed into a thousand-foot-long fire dragon formed from condensed flames.

The long, fiery dragon whiskers swayed in the wind, and the two branch-like dragon horns were exceptionally magnificent, piercing straight into the sky, making them remarkably similar to the legendary dragon.

Its crimson dragon eyes had no pupils, appearing somewhat pale and empty, but this also added to its coldness and indifference, making it extremely majestic.

The aura emanating from the Crimson Dragon overwhelmed all the demon generals and Nascent Soul cultivators present, surpassing even Qin Wuyai and Ao Cang. It was comparable to a high-level demon general, and even, like the Fangtian Halberd after it was infused with Kunpeng's true blood, it faintly touched upon the Void Refinement Realm.

At the edge of the flames that had coalesced into the body of the crimson dragon, thin, grayish-white spatial cracks appeared and disappeared intermittently.

This world was showing signs of collapse, as it could no longer withstand the immense power contained within the crimson dragon.

This is a limitation imposed by the laws of heaven and earth; the lower realm is not stable enough to withstand the existence of cultivators at the Void Refinement stage and demon kings.

Both the Crimson Dragon and the Fangtian Halberd touched this boundary, but they were merely magical artifacts and dragon souls, not true Void Refining Demon Kings, which is why they did not truly break through this world.

Faced with such terrifying power, Qin Wuyai showed no sign of panic. Instead, he looked at the crimson dragon with interest and smiled slightly: "It is clearly just a crimson dragon, but the wisp of its demonic soul has transformed into the appearance of a true dragon. It has the form but not the spirit. It is just a poor imitation and wishful thinking."

Ao Cang's face darkened: "How dare you slander my ancestors?"

Qin Wuyai scoffed, "What's there to be afraid of? It's nothing but a red dragon that dreams of transforming into a dragon."

"Jiaolong, although it is also called a dragon, is still a far cry from a real dragon."

"Among the thousands of dragons, I wonder if there is one that possesses the blood of a true dragon."

"Even though it is just a branch of a branch of the true dragon, it also uses 'Ao' as its surname. No one in the lower realm knows the truth, which can fool others."

"But in the Upper Realm, if a dragon dares to use Ao as its surname, it will only invite ridicule."

Ao Cang's expression grew increasingly grim: "Who exactly are you? Why do you know so much about the affairs of the Upper Realm?"

Qin Wuyai smiled and was about to speak when the Crimson Dragon suddenly opened its mouth and spewed out a pillar of fire, instantly traversing a distance of several thousand feet and arriving in front of Qin Wuyai!
Despite being suddenly attacked, Qin Wuyai remained calm and composed. He pointed at the giant cauldron in front of him, and white spiritual fire surged out again, actively meeting the giant pillar of fire that pierced through the heavens and earth.

Previously, the white flames were able to suppress the crimson flames, but after being empowered by the dragon soul, the giant pillar of flames turned the tables and firmly suppressed them, even nearly breaking through the barrier formed by the white flames.

Qin Wuyai watched the flames continuously spewing from the crimson dragon's mouth, then glanced at the white spiritual fire that had been suppressed to three zhang in front of him, almost merging with the azure light barrier cast by the jade ruyi. It seemed about to be shattered by the giant pillar of fire, and a mocking smile suddenly appeared on his lips. Ao Cang felt victory was assured. Seeing Qin Wuyai's performance, he sneered, "Don't try to be mysterious. The ancestral dragon soul has been worshipped in the clan for forty thousand years, possessing heaven-reaching and earth-shattering power. Even that jade ruyi in your hand will be reduced to ashes!"

Qin Wuyai looked at the increasingly dim white spirit fire and nodded slightly: "Although the Jiaolong clan is only a distant branch of the true dragon, it still contains some true dragon blood. Its dragon soul is immortal, far surpassing other demonic beasts. The dragon pearls it left behind are also extremely mysterious treasures."

"Unfortunately, Qin had once carefully studied the secrets of Dragon Balls, and although the Dragon Balls he created could not compare with the real ones, they were still about 50 or 60 percent similar."

"How powerful a Dragon Ball is depends on the grade of the Dragon Soul it contains."

"When this crimson dragon left behind this wisp of its soul, it should have only been a high-ranking demon general, not yet a demon king..."

Ao Cang suddenly interrupted sharply: "Nonsense! The Dragon Pearl is a closely guarded secret of my Flood Dragon Clan. How could a human cultivator like you possibly refine it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his hand seals changed, and the fire pillar spewed out by the red dragon became even more ferocious. The white spiritual fire dimmed to the extreme and merged with the blue light screen, distorting the void. It looked like it was about to burn Qin Wuyai to ashes.

For some reason, seeing Qin Wuyai's calm demeanor, Ao Cang felt a vague unease and only wanted to kill him as soon as possible.

Chen Yuan, who was desperately using his lightning escape technique to evade Kun Chenglie's pursuit and was using heavenly lightning and Zhu Yan true fire to consume Kunpeng's true blood, suddenly remembered an old incident.

In the secret realm of the Yuling Sect, the bead that Wang Xuange, a great cultivator of the Taiming Sect, took out contained a wisp of Qin Wuyai's divine spirit and seemed to be called the Dragon Bead.

Facing the surging crimson flames, Qin Wuyai remained calm and unhurried. He raised his clenched right hand, opened his fingers, and revealed a dark blue bead in his palm. However, instead of the dragon soul phantom, there was a figure sitting cross-legged inside.

Ao Cang's pupils contracted as Qin Wuyai crushed the dragon pearl in his hand, from which a phantom of his divine soul flew out and quickly transformed into the size of an ordinary person.

The illusory soul had a solid body and an extremely youthful appearance, looking only about twenty years old, with a handsome and extraordinary appearance.

His cold gaze pierced through the fiery red dragon, fixed on Ao Cang, and went straight into his heart.

Ao Cang subconsciously retreated several feet, but then realized what was happening and stopped immediately, a hint of annoyance on his face.

The moment he met the illusory soul's gaze, Ao Cang felt a strange sense of fear, which made him feel ashamed.

Qin Wuyai looked at the illusory soul before him with a complex expression, and sighed softly, "The past is now severed..."

He raised his hand and formed a hand seal. His illusory soul turned around, his cold gaze softening, and a relieved smile appeared on his lips. He took a step forward and merged with Qin Wuyai.

Everyone was stunned. Daoist Cangsong exclaimed urgently, "Fellow Daoist Qin, you mustn't!"

Xiong Tunhai laughed loudly: "Possessed by a divine soul? You're courting death!"

Chen Yuan's heart sank, and he stared intently at Qin Wuyai in the distance.

The technique of soul possession can only be used by the divided spirit of a high-level cultivator to possess the body of a low-level cultivator.

However, Qin Wuyai was already a Nascent Soul cultivator, and there could not be any cultivator in the lower realm with a higher cultivation level than him.

Even if this wisp of divine soul was left behind by a cultivator who had reached the Void Refinement stage, the lower realm was isolated from the upper realm and could not possess his body. In the conflict between the divine souls, he could only end up exploding and dying.

Seeing that Qin Wuyai was courting death, Ao Cang's anger disappeared, and he retorted, "How could the secret techniques of my Jiaolong clan's Dragon Pearls be so easily imitated? Trying to draw a tiger but ending up with a dog only makes you a laughingstock... Hmm?"

His words abruptly stopped as he stared intently at Qin Wuyai, his eyes revealing a hint of disbelief.

After the illusory soul merged into Qin Wuyai's body, he did not explode and die as everyone expected. Instead, his appearance changed, transforming him from an old man into a handsome young man just like the illusory soul.

The aura emanating from his body was also rapidly increasing, easily crossing the bottleneck of the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm and quickly reaching the peak of the Nascent Soul realm. Then he crossed that insurmountable barrier—the barrier between the Nascent Soul realm and the Void Refinement realm!
A powerful pressure swept across thousands of miles. The Nascent Soul cultivators and demon generals who were fighting fiercely below felt this immense pressure and stopped fighting in unison. They retreated and looked up at the sky in surprise and uncertainty.

Kun Chenglie and Chen Yuan, Xiong Tunhai and Lu Wangquan, and Cangsong Daoren also separated and looked at Qin Wuyai, whose appearance had changed drastically.

Ao Cang stared intently at Qin Wuyai, his hand seals changing once more. The pillar of fire spewed from the mouth of the red dragon transformed into a devastating sea of ​​fire, and even the flames that condensed into its body dimmed slightly.

Qin Wuyai looked at the surging sea of ​​fire, which was enough to burn a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator alive, and simply raised his sleeve, and an invisible storm suddenly descended.

Where the sea of ​​fire was located, the void collapsed completely, and a huge gap appeared in the sky, revealing the void that Chen Yuan and the others had entered, which swallowed up the entire sea of ​​fire.

Only a few sparks remained, stubbornly swaying in the fierce wind.

Everyone was stunned. This was pure divine soul power, divine soul power capable of shattering this world!

Between Qin Wuyai and Ao Cang, only a thousand-foot-long crimson dragon formed from condensed flames remained.

He glanced at Xiong Tunhai and said calmly, "When did I, Qin, ever say that this was a soul possession technique?" (End of Chapter)