Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Steep cliffs rise abruptly from the ground, their dark brown surfaces revealing jagged, grotesque rocks, resembling the marks left by ancient giants.

The ancient pine tree, thousands of years old, is rooted in the crevices of the cliff, its gnarled branches as strong as iron and its needles dense and imposing.

In the distance, the peaks rise one after another, and the clouds and mist surge like angry waves, sometimes swallowing the mountain ridges and sometimes revealing their knife-cut outlines.

Giant trees, tens of meters tall, blocked out the sky and sun. Vines snaked and coiled around them, and fallen leaves accumulated and rotted into mud, emitting a damp and fishy smell.

Suddenly, a grayish-white crack, several tens of feet long, appeared and disappeared in a flash, silently swallowing up several ancient trees, the break as smooth as a mirror.

A figure fell through the crack, staggered a few steps, and finally steadied himself just before landing.

The man raised his head; dressed in a black robe, he was handsome and extraordinary—it was Qin Wuyai after his drastic change in appearance.

After regaining his balance with a solemn expression, he immediately took out the jade ruyi, raised his hand to form a hand seal, and sprinkled four cyan light screens to protect himself.

He pointed again, and a white alchemy furnace appeared out of thin air in front of him, from which azure spiritual flames floated and swirled around him.

Like a crystal-clear blue ribbon, sprinkled with specks of blue flame, it was quite beautiful, yet it exuded a chilling killing intent.

After unleashing his two magical treasures, Qin Wuyai finally breathed a sigh of relief and unleashed his divine sense without reservation, covering a radius of over five thousand miles around him to investigate the surrounding situation.

Wherever his divine sense reached, he found no other demon generals or even demon kings.

Four thousand miles away, there is a mountain peak shrouded in a simple array.

Judging from the energy of the formation, it is barely able to withstand a Core Formation cultivator, so it should be the cave of a demon general, and there is nothing to fear.

Qin Wuyai was completely relieved, and with a flash of light, he flew into the sky.

He had fought against the demon army, which was far superior to the demons of the Myriad Demon Continent. The overwhelming sea of ​​beasts and the ferocious Void Refinement Demon King were the nightmares of countless cultivators in the Spirit Realm.

However, in the eyes of the demon race, perhaps the cultivators of the spirit realm are the real nightmare.

Qin Wuyai pointed his fingers, and the azure spiritual fire floated back into the white alchemy furnace and was put away, leaving only the jade ruyi.

He raised his hand and formed a hand seal, calmly sensing the faint aura emanating from afar. He vaguely felt three subtle fluctuations coming from a very distant place.

A smile appeared on Qin Wuyai's lips; it seemed they had all successfully entered the Demon Burning Realm...

He hesitated for a moment, then instead of immediately fleeing in the direction from which the three subtle fluctuations came, he turned and flew towards the mountain peak shrouded in the array.

Before setting off to meet up with the other three, it's best to find out the distribution of demon kings and demon generals in the vicinity before making any plans.

After all, he didn't have the Yin-Yang Ring in Chen Yuan's possession, which allowed him to transform into a demon general. If he accidentally entered the demon king's cave and his human identity was exposed, he would face certain death.

For a Nascent Soul cultivator, hundreds of thousands of miles is not a very long distance, but crossing it under the heavy obstruction of the demon race would take an unknown amount of time.

Qin Wuyai sighed inwardly, put away the jade ruyi, and suppressed his aura and divine sense, only covering a thousand miles around him, intentionally slowing down his escape speed, and slowly flying towards that mountain peak.

But he had only flown a few hundred miles when a deafening roar suddenly echoed across the horizon, like a muffled thunderclap.

A shooting star streaked across the sky, dazzling and brilliant, as if a second sun had appeared in the sky.

A powerful pressure, accompanied by billowing demonic energy, descended with a thunderous roar, freezing the entire world in place.

Qin Wuyai's expression changed drastically. He hadn't felt this kind of familiar yet unfamiliar pressure for tens of thousands of years. This was a demon saint in the Integration stage!

He immediately concealed his aura, descended his escape light, and landed in a dense mountain forest.

Its body pressed tightly against the tree trunk, its face tense as it looked up at the sky through the sparse gaps between the branches and leaves.

The Demon Realm is so vast, almost boundless. Even Great Sages and Demon Saints are but a drop in the ocean within it, and ordinary demons would never see it in their entire lives.

I never expected that less than half an hour after I entered the Demon Burning Realm, a Demon Scripture would be written down. It was truly unlucky.

Qin Wuyai cursed inwardly, but there was nothing he could do. He could only do his best to suppress his mental energy and pray that the passing demon saint had not noticed his presence.

If it were just a normal journey, there would never be such a large-scale event.

This demon saint must have encountered some urgent matter, which is why he didn't conceal his aura at all and fled at full speed. He probably wouldn't even notice someone as insignificant as myself...

Qin Wuyai silently comforted himself, but just then, a soft "hmm" sounded in his ear, tinged with curiosity: "Interesting. A Nascent Soul cultivator who has just entered the Burning Demon Realm has a Void Refining Divine Soul in his body. Which sect in the Spirit Realm sent you as a spy?"

Qin Wuyai froze, and the voice suddenly turned cold: "Never mind, the Dragon Palace Assembly is more important..."

Qin Wuyai was terrified and hurriedly used his escape light to flee into the distance. He then took out a jade ruyi and scattered patches of blue light to protect himself.

But just as he flew a hundred feet, a ten-foot-long icy spear descended from the sky at an incredible speed, shooting straight towards him.

Qin Wuyai hurriedly dodged, but a sealing force descended, binding him firmly in place, unable to move.

He watched in horror as the icy spear easily pierced through the cyan light barrier, its speed undiminished, and pierced through his body.

"Uh..." He lowered his head, looking at his body below the chest, which had completely disappeared, and gave a bitter smile, a deep sense of unwillingness flashing in his eyes.

The remaining half of the body, along with the jade ruyi above its head, quietly climbed up a layer of frost, turned into a block of ice, and then exploded with a bang, turning into ice shards that fluttered down.

After the mountain, which was hundreds of feet high, was covered with ice chips, frost spread and quickly turned into an iceberg.

The dazzling light, as bright as the sun, didn't linger at all. It crashed through the clouds and disappeared into the horizon.

He left behind a trail a hundred feet wide, which was slowly filled by swirling clouds.

No one knows that a cultivator who had gone through countless hardships to finally return to the upper realm perished here.

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Hundreds of thousands of miles away, the vast plains stretched like a sea, with waves of grass rolling and stretching from your feet all the way to the horizon.

In the distance, the rolling hills resembled frozen waves, with the occasional lone tree rising up, its twisted branches like withered hands reaching for the sky.

A grayish-white crack suddenly appeared in the sky, and Chen Yuan fell out of it, but then regained his balance.

He immediately activated the method he had comprehended from the incomplete secret technique, and his body doubled in size, becoming about twelve feet tall.

Then he took out the Yin-Yang Ring, put it on his hand, and his spiritual energy quickly transformed into a dense demonic aura, which he then concealed.

His white long robe was transformed into a dark blue outfit.

After a series of dazzling changes, Chen Yuan felt a little relieved. He then spread his divine sense, covering a radius of three thousand miles, to investigate the surrounding situation.

He has now transformed into a mid-level demon general. Unless he is extremely unlucky and encounters a demon saint, the disguise of the Yin-Yang Ring will not be exposed.

However, the vast Demon Realm is boundless, and even a Great Sage cannot traverse the entire realm. The chance of encountering a Demon Saint is negligible.

This grassland was extremely vast; even after Chen Yuan's divine sense spread for three thousand miles, he still could not see its boundary.

Within these three thousand miles, there were no demon generals or commanders, but there were quite a few demon beasts of level five or above, numbering more than a dozen.

The spiritual energy of the Burning Demon Realm is far richer than that of the Human Realm and the Myriad Demon Continent, and is even comparable to a small spiritual vein.

Chen Yuan was secretly shocked. No wonder there were so many level 5 or higher demonic beasts in just three thousand miles of land, and hundreds of level 5 or lower demonic beasts, not to mention countless level 1 demonic beasts.

With so many monsters scattered across this grassland, brutal battles are constantly taking place.

Just a few miles away, a level 1 mid-tier gray demon wolf was fighting with a level 1 low-tier porcupine with a pair of tusks.

The porcupine was covered in sharp quills, while the gray wolf's fur was extremely tough and its body was agile, allowing it to avoid the porcupine's barrage of arrows.

Even when it does manage to hit, it only leaves a bloody gash, which only fuels the gray wolf's ferocity.

Finally, the gray wolf seized the opportunity, opened its mouth and spat out a gray beam of light, which struck the porcupine's vitals and pierced through its body.

The porcupine crashed to the ground, and the gray wolf let out a long howl, as if swaggering, opened its huge jaws, grabbed the porcupine's carcass, and ran away into the distance.

In more distant places, countless battles were fought between these low-level demonic beasts.

The rich blood nourished this vast grassland, where the waist-high grass was lush and vibrant with life.

Chen Yuan ignored the fighting among the low-level ferocious beasts. He flew towards the nearest level seven demon beast and took out his Ruyi clone, which was pierced by a bloodline, to sense the location of Qin Wuyai and the other two.

Three faint, subtle fluctuations of energy emanated from an extremely distant place, with the closest fluctuation being hundreds of thousands of miles away.

I could only vaguely sense that it was in the north, but I had no way of knowing exactly where in the north it was.

However, according to Qin Wuyai, as the distance shortens, the connection between the Ruyi clones will become clearer and clearer, and within a range of ten thousand miles, it will become extremely precise.

He disguised himself as a demon general, and as long as he acted carefully and avoided other demon generals, he should be fine.

However, before that, we should first find out about the surrounding area.

The level seven demon beasts have not yet taken human form, so we don't know much about them. But if we capture a few more, we should be able to find out how many demon generals are nearby and roughly where their caves are located.

Only by speaking to the demon general can he get the answer he wants.

Chen Yuan put away the Ruyi Divine Artifact, increased his speed, and fled forward.

But before he had flown very far, his expression suddenly changed, he stopped, and took out his Ruyi clone again.

After Qin Wuyai condensed this Ruyi clone, it became extremely solid, almost indistinguishable from the original body, and could exist for ten years, which was more than enough time for the four of them to reunite.

But now, this solid Ruyi clone suddenly shattered, slowly disintegrating from bottom to top into specks of blue light that vanished into the air.

The crimson line of blood transformed back into a drop of essence blood, quickly withering and turning ashes, evaporating into a cloud of blood vapor that vanished without a trace, leaving only a faint, bloody smell. (End of Chapter)