Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Having gained nothing, the Demon Commander of Lieshan looked somewhat gloomy and said coldly, "Kill the dragon people from these two tribes first, lest they reveal our whereabouts."

Shen Yu, the demon general, nodded in agreement: "That's the way to do it. These dragon people are worthless now, and keeping them around will only increase the risk."

A murderous glint flashed in Qin Yuan's eyes: "That's right, they call themselves 'Dragon People,' and they look so similar to humans. They must not be allowed to live."

"There are many alien races in the spirit world who possess many strange supernatural powers. They collude with the human race and fought against my demon army on Turtle Island, causing considerable trouble."

"After we capture Wang Xuanyue, we must also slaughter all the strongmen in Cangnan. Otherwise, it will be troublesome when the human race's Nascent Soul stage arrives and they are used by the human race."

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed, and he retorted, "Why bother? These two dragon people are weak. Even if they were to serve the human race, they would be nothing."

"Moreover, they cannot fly away, so it will take them quite a while to spread our identities."

"By then, we will have already captured Wang Xuanyue and left this place."

"It would be better to spare the lives of these dragon people and use their identities to infiltrate Tushan City."

“Fairy Shenyu is extraordinary, but she is ultimately not a soul restriction.”

“If we were to kill these two dragon people, Li Chongshan and Zhang Fengyue, as clan leaders, might very well rebel and break free from the illusion.”

"We will have to sneak into Tushan City alone, which will require more effort."

Upon hearing this, both Demon General Shenyu and Demon General Qinyuan were somewhat tempted.

Although the Demon General of Lieshan wanted to kill to vent his anger, he also knew that it was most important to explore the situation of this world and find the true spirit treasures, so he no longer insisted.

After discussing the matter, the four of them took flight and flew out of the Dragon Breath Platform, returning to the Qiongcao Tribe.

The next morning, Demon General Shenyu summoned Li Chongshan and Zhang Fengyue, and then had the two of them summon several Manifestation Realm elders.

These dragon people have low cultivation levels, so it wouldn't be difficult for Demon General Chen Yu to bewitch them.

She secretly used illusion magic to trap these elders in a dream world, making them believe she was a true dragon goddess and obey her every command.

Commander Shenyu ordered Li Chongshan and Zhang Fengyue to accompany the four to Tushan City. Several elders were responsible for restraining the two groups of warriors after they left, preventing them from going out.

The warriors of the Qiushi tribe were greatly surprised to learn that they could not return to Luanyun Peak.

But since it was an order given by the clan chief and several elders, they dared not disobey and had no choice but to agree.

The warriors of the Qiucao tribe were outraged when they heard that these enemies who had come to seize the Dragon's Breath Platform were to be temporarily kept and that thatched huts were to be built for them.

But under the strict orders of Zhang Fengyue and the elders, they had no choice but to reluctantly agree, completely unaware that they had already walked through the gates of hell.

Nie Yao was one of them. He glared fiercely at a Qiushi tribe warrior next to him, and the man glared back, his eyes full of provocation.

But none of them dared to make a move. Yesterday, five warriors from the Qiucao tribe and five warriors from the Qiushi tribe fought each other, but neither of them was injured.

However, the two clan chiefs personally intervened and severely punished the perpetrators. They are still recovering from their injuries in the thatched hut and no one dares to disobey the clan chiefs' orders anymore.

However, Nie Yao quickly forgot about his hatred for the Qiushi tribe. In front of all the warriors of the two tribes, the four cultivators at the Tengyun Realm took off into the air and split off two strange beams of spiritual light, which swept up Li Chongshan and Zhang Fengyue and flew into the sky together.

Seeing this, he was filled with envy. Soaring through the clouds and roaming the sky was the dream of every warrior of the Qiucao tribe.

However, since the establishment of the Qiucao Tribe, not a single cultivator at the Tengyun Realm has emerged, and they can only live in seclusion at the foot of Minwei Mountain.

As a child, Nie Yao often looked up at the sky, dreaming of one day transforming into a true dragon, traversing thousands of miles, and spreading his fame throughout every corner of the Xuanli Realm.

But as he grew older, he gradually realized that the True Dragon Realm was just a legend, and even the Cloud Soaring Realm was out of reach.

Nie Yao buried this thought deep in his heart, and his goal quietly changed to advancing to the Manifestation Realm, getting married and having children, leading dozens of warriors, and enjoying himself at Cuiyixuan in Tushan City. That would be enough for him.

But now, he saw four cultivators at the Cloud Ascension Realm descend from the sky. He watched as the once high and mighty clan leader became respectful and deferential before the Cloud Ascension Realm cultivators, just like the most humble clansmen in the tribe who remained at the Dragon Breath Realm for their entire lives.

He gazed at the six figures soaring into the air, his eyes lingering on the beautiful woman in white, his gaze burning with fervor.

……

In the vast ocean, the waves surged, and the sun shone with golden light, reflecting on the boundless blue waves, creating countless golden scales and layers of silver light.

A seabird spreads its wings in the sky, soaring with the wind, its posture leisurely.

Suddenly, a ray of light shot towards us, pierced through the seabird's body, and flew towards the horizon.

The seabird's body stiffened, then exploded with a bang, splattering blood and flesh everywhere like rain.

The next moment, dozens of beams of light followed closely behind, shooting towards the horizon. They flew for over a thousand feet before dissipating completely.

Dozens of miles ahead, a giant island stretches across the endless ocean, calming the seas and subduing the waves, magnificent and majestic.

There is a mountain range about 100 miles long on the island. It is majestic and precipitous. Around the mountain range, there are buildings standing side by side, densely packed, all built of hard rock, tall and magnificent.

A great river meanders out from the mountains, passes through this great city, and flows straight to the sea, forming a bustling port at the end of the river, where hundreds of sailboats gather.

But at this moment, the island's tranquility and peace have been shattered.

A sea of ​​fire spread across the sky, resembling the fiery red clouds at sunset, enveloping most of the island.

The flames rolled slowly, like clouds drifting by, exuding a sense of leisure and tranquility, yet clusters of fireballs the size of houses fell from within them, trailing long tails of flame as they descended to the earth.

Meteor showers, carrying the force to incinerate everything, descended from the sky, leaving houses collapsed and everything charred black.

The crimson flames burned everything with abandon, and even if they fell into the great river, they would not be extinguished. Instead, they would rise up endless water vapor, which spread out amidst a sharp hissing sound.

Thousands upon thousands of dragon people scattered and fled in terror from the meteor shower. From the sky, they looked like frightened insects fleeing for their lives.

However, the meteor shower was too fast, and many dragon people couldn't dodge it in time. They were hit by the fireballs and instantly turned into nothingness, with only a mournful wail faintly audible.

Some dragon people fought desperately, frantically circulating their dragon energy and using their supernatural powers to resist, but all to no avail.

Thick smoke billowed from the earth, wails filled the air, ruins were everywhere, fire rained down from the sky, and crimson light illuminated the earth, as if the end of the world had arrived.

Amidst the thick plumes of black smoke, several dragon-people at the Cloud Ascension Realm were desperately fighting against the enemy that was bringing destruction to the giant island.

Their faces were filled with grief and indignation. Their bodies swelled to over ten feet tall, covered with fine, hard dragon scales. Some grew dragon horns, while others dragged long dragon tails. They were surrounded by mysterious yellow dragon energy and brandished huge weapons.

Opposite them were several enormous demonic beasts, with ferocious appearances and overwhelming demonic aura.

With its fangs and massive jaws wide open, it swung its sharp claws and attacked, accompanied by lightning and fire, and a storm of wind and rain, firmly suppressing these dragon-men.

Dragon people can also use supernatural powers, but all of them are water-based supernatural powers.

Spinning waterspouts rose from the sea, carrying endless seawater straight towards the heavenly fire, desperately trying to resist the meteor shower, but having no time to resist the supernatural powers of the demonic beasts opposite.

There are only five Dragonmen of the Soaring Cloud Realm on the island, fewer than the Demon General on the other side, and their cultivation is also much inferior. Most of them are in the early stage of the Soaring Cloud Realm, and there is only one in the late stage of the Soaring Cloud Realm.

They have been able to hold on until now because the dragon energy is extremely domineering, even surpassing the demon energy.

After its size increased, its physical body also became extremely strong; otherwise, it would have been defeated long ago.

They risked their lives to block the meteor shower, but to little avail.

The crimson flames were exceptionally domineering, capable of burning anything and remaining unextinguished by water. They could even incinerate dragon energy, leaving no trace.

A waterspout powerful enough to submerge the entire island was mercilessly pierced by a shower of meteors and fire. The rising steam mingled with thick smoke, shrouding the island in a hazy mist. The leading dragon-man brandished a spear several dozen feet long, blocking the charging winged tiger, and roared, "Who are you? Why do you want to destroy my Nanluo Island?"

"My Canghai tribe is protected by the Yingxun tribe. Aren't you afraid that Senior Jin will take action and tear you all to pieces!"

This person is the only late-stage Cloud Soaring Realm cultivator among the dragon people on the island, but he still struggles against the Winged Tiger, a high-level demon general at the peak of his cultivation.

His gaze fell upon a burly man behind several demonic beasts, his eyes filled with grief and indignation mixed with a hint of fear.

This person was like an ant in front of several demonic beasts that had transformed into their true forms and dragon-men whose bodies had grown larger, but the aura he exuded was overwhelming to the entire island.

Like the other dragon-people in the Cloud Ascension Realm, his body was covered in crimson scales, his fiery red hair danced wildly in the wind, and his golden dragon eyes were even purer than those of the dragon-people.

Upon hearing the dragon man's words, the burly man grinned, revealing his sharp white teeth, his expression unrestrained.

He uttered the obscure language of the dragon people: "Senior Jin? If he doesn't come to me, I'll go to him."

"Where is Ying Xun? Tell me the truth, and I might spare your life."

The leading dragon-man dodged the myriad golden blades spat out by the winged tiger and roared, "Senior Jin is a cultivator at the Dragon Transformation Realm. He can crush you all into dust with a mere flick of his wrist!"

"I have used a secret technique to inform Senior Jin about the attack on Nanluo Island."

"You may retreat now, but it's not too late. If you delay any longer, you will surely die!"

The burly man raised an eyebrow: "A cultivator at the Dragon Transformation Realm?"

He turned to a demon general beside him and asked, "Fellow Daoist Wuxuan, are you certain that the Dragon Breath Platform is the base of this Xuanli Realm Guardian Array?"

This Wu Xuan Demon General was dressed in a white robe, with a handsome appearance and elegant demeanor.

Although his cultivation level was not high, only a mid-level demon general, far inferior to the burly man, he showed displeasure upon hearing this: "Although my strength is far inferior to yours, in the art of formations, you are far inferior to me."

"Besides, we personally destroyed a small spiritual vein yesterday, so there's no way we'd make a mistake."

"The Dragon Breath Platform is the foundation of this world's great array, and there are different levels of it."

"These Dragon Breath Platforms, built on small and medium-sized spiritual veins, are not the core of this formation."

"Only by destroying the Dragon Breath Platform, which is based on a large or even giant spiritual vein, can we work together from the inside and outside to break the great formation of this realm and welcome the Demon Saint inside."

The burly man, despite being refuted by the Demon General Wu Xuan, was not annoyed and laughed heartily, saying, "Fellow Daoist, please don't be offended. Since that's the case, it seems we must make a trip to the Ying Xun tribe."

"I, Ao, would like to experience firsthand the methods of a cultivator at the Dragon Transformation Realm. Just how pure will the dragon energy within the Dragon Breath Platform of the Yingxun Division be..."

He licked his lips, a hint of greed flashing in his eyes. Suddenly, he stretched out his right hand, which transformed into a dragon claw. His five fingers were spread open, radiating a bright red light. Deep red magma flowed from between the scales, and he swung it down sharply!
The sea of ​​fire that was slowly churning in the sky suddenly began to boil.

The next moment, a meteor shower a hundred times denser descended from the sky, tearing through the mist and smoke, breaking the sea tornado, and crashing down accompanied by scalding steam.

The last remaining sturdy palace on the island finally collapsed, and the dragon people who had survived by chance had nowhere to hide and were burned to ashes by the flames.

However, the meteor shower deliberately avoided the mountain range in the center of the island, as well as the Dragon's Breath Platform, which is shaped like a giant cauldron.

Some dragon people fled into the mountains, still shaken as they looked at the fiery rain overhead. They quickened their pace and disappeared into the forest.

Seeing that almost all of his people had been killed or wounded, the leading dragonman's eyes widened in fury. He roared to the sky, "You clearly possess the blood of a true dragon, so why must you kill your own kind?"

The burly man sneered: "I am a descendant of the true spirit. You call yourselves 'humans,' but you only have a few characteristics of a true dragon because of the dragon's energy entering your bodies. Do you even deserve to be my kin?"

After saying that, he swung his right claw down again, and the sea of ​​fire, which had shrunk considerably, churned violently. With no more holding back, it descended from the sky, turning most of the island outside the mountains into a hellish inferno!
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In a vast underground space, a lifelike stone dragon meanders out, its head majestic, but lacking two pupils and the spirit of a real dragon.

A dozen or so array flags were planted on the stone dragon's body, swaying gently and flashing with spiritual light.

A demon general hovered in front of the giant dragon, his body extremely powerful, standing two zhang tall, and wearing a set of dark armor, which added to his imposing presence.

The pure dragon energy from all directions surged in like a raging torrent. He did not deliberately block it, but let the dragon energy crash into the black armor and dissipate on its own.

Occasionally, dragon energy would seep into his body through the gaps in his armor, but it would vanish without a trace, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

His body remained motionless, like an unyielding rock, unfazed even amidst the raging waves.

Four demon generals stood behind him, their own dragon aura emanating from them. They released their demonic power to form protective shields. Their expressions were slightly solemn.

There was also a demon general in a green robe, holding an array plate, completely ignoring the surging dragon energy. His hand seals kept changing, sending out beams of spiritual light that landed on the array plate.

Another demon general raised a banner and stood beside the green-robed demon general. A protective shield formed by wind blades enveloped him, annihilating the incoming dragon energy.

The array plate hummed continuously, and its spiritual light flickered.

About fifteen minutes later, the green-robed demon general finally stopped, raised his head, stared at the huge stone dragon, and his face was full of amazement.

Seeing this, the black-armored demon general asked, "Fellow Daoist Luo Chen, have you made any discoveries?"

His voice was deep and gentle, which inexplicably made people feel good about him.

The demon general in green robes exclaimed, "Truly a masterpiece of nature! There is such a formation in the world, based on spiritual veins, capable of changing the world and creating a new realm. It must have been set up by a true spirit."

"As long as we destroy these Dragon Breath Platforms, we can break the great formation of this realm."

Upon hearing this, the black-armored demon general frowned: "Does this mean we should destroy all the Dragon Breath Platforms in this Xuanli Realm?"

The demon general in green robes shook his head slightly: "According to my estimation, as long as 70% is destroyed, the great formation will be unable to be maintained, and the demon saints can break the formation by taking action outside."

"Or we can destroy the core array base of this great array to break it."

The black-armored demon general's eyes flashed: "Core array base? Please teach me, fellow Daoist."

The demon general in green robes said, "Every formation has a key point, and the most important part is the one that controls the operation of the formation. The larger the formation, the more crucial this is."

"If the Dragon Breath Platform relies solely on small spiritual veins, even if there are hundreds or thousands of them, it would be impossible to support a large array that can defend an entire realm."

"In addition to these, there must be Dragon Breath Platforms that rely on large spiritual veins or giant spiritual veins, or even more powerful array bases."

"As long as we destroy it, we can break the great formation without paying attention to the other Dragon Breath Platforms."

A demon general's face lit up with joy: "Although this Xuanli Realm is called a realm, it is only a spatial secret realm."

"The number of core array bases must be limited, which should be much easier than destroying 70% of the Dragon Breath Platforms."

The green-robed demon general's expression turned solemn: "That's not right. Although the Xuanli Realm is not large in area, its foundation is extremely profound. It can be regarded as a realm. There must be many core array bases. It may not be easier than destroying 70% of the array bases."

After pondering for a moment, the Demon General in Black Armor said, "The core array bases are elusive and numerous. So let's take a two-pronged approach: destroy these ordinary Dragon Breath Platforms while searching for the core array bases."

"In this way, we can do both without delay and try to break the great formation of this world before the human race's Nascent Soul stage enters the Xuanli Realm."

The demon general in green robes nodded and said, "Fellow Daoist's words are the most prudent. Destroying the array base here is not difficult; we only need to destroy the spiritual veins."

"However, this Dragon Breath Platform is connected to other Dragon Breath Platforms. If it is forcibly destroyed, it will suffer a backlash. I can set up an array to prevent the backlash of dragon energy."

The black-armored demon general clasped his hands in a bow and said, "Thank you for your trouble, fellow Daoist."

A quarter of an hour later, the earth trembled, and the dragon's energy surged violently. The black-armored demon general and his companions flew out from the Dragon Breath Platform, calmly dodging the oncoming dragon energy, and flew away. (End of this chapter)