Daqin Zhentiansi

Yue Tieshan raised his head and looked at the Iron-Spine Bull that was imprisoned in the air.

He looked for a moment, then turned back, his voice low and firm: "If the commander wants me to live, I will live."

"If you want me to die, then I will die."

"If you want me to enter the body of that monster," he paused, a hint of hoarse laughter in his voice, "as long as you give the order, I will go even if it means going through mountains of knives and seas of fire."

Zhang Yuan nodded without saying anything.

He raised his hand, and a silver-gray light condensed at his fingertips.

That was the core of his half-step Primordial Chaos power, the wisp of origin he forged from the confrontation between Chaos and Star Qi.

He gently placed that ray of light on the brow of Yue Tieshan's remnant soul.

The remnant soul trembled violently!
Immediately afterwards, the silvery-gray light spread out in all directions from Yue Tieshan's brow like a spider web.

It filled his entire upper body, spread to his limbs, and covered his entire soul.

Xuan Qing stood at the entrance of the main hall, looking at the scene in the sky, his pupils suddenly contracted.

He sensed it.

The remnant soul of Yue Tieshan is undergoing a change after being infused with that wisp of silver-gray light.

It is not an increase in power, but a deeper transformation at the level of life itself.

That remnant soul was originally just a wisp of heroic spirit imprint remaining in the token, without a physical body or substance, and could dissipate at any time.

But at this moment, that remnant soul is becoming more and more solid and heavy.

It was as if something had taken root and sprouted deep within that remnant soul.

Zhang Yuan withdrew his finger and said softly, "Go."

Yue Tieshan's figure transformed into a silver-gray streak of light, piercing directly into the head of the Iron-Spined Bull!

The massive, mountain-like body of the Iron-Spine Bull suddenly stiffened—

Then it began to tremble violently.

Dark demonic energy surged wildly from its body, as if countless black hands were tearing at its interior.

The demonic energy resisted, struggled, and tried to expel the invading outsider from its body.

The primal consciousness of the monster was rebelling frantically, emitting a silent roar.

But Yue Tieshan's remnant soul had already been firmly embedded deep within its sea of ​​consciousness.

That silvery-gray light burned stubbornly in the center of the dark demonic energy, like a candle flame flickering in a storm but never going out.

Each surge of demonic energy was blocked by that silver-gray light.

Every confrontation of consciousness ended with Yue Tieshan's will prevailing.

Yue Tieshan was a captain in the Yue Battalion during his lifetime. In the bloody battle outside Tianyuan City a million years ago, he held on for a full 173 days in dire straits, and did not collapse until the last comrade fell.

How could his will be shaken by the instincts of a Saint Realm magical beast?

The Iron-Spine Bull's struggles grew weaker and weaker.

The dark demonic energy surging from its body began to slowly recede.

It doesn't dissipate, it's absorbed.

It was absorbed by that silver-gray light, by Yue Tieshan's remnant soul, and by that body that once belonged to a demonic beast.

About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea has passed.

The Iron-Spine Bull opened its eyes.

Its eyes were no longer crimson, no longer possessing the madness and bloodlust of a demon beast.

Instead, it turned into a deep, calm, dark gold.

It slowly stood up.

Its massive body created a muffled gust of wind as it stood up.

But it did not growl as it had before, nor did it paw at the ground in protest.

It stood there quietly, its huge head bowed, as if waiting for something.

Then—the sky suddenly darkened.

It's not the kind of darkness that's obscured by dark clouds.

Instead, it was a deeper darkness, as if the entire world was holding its breath.

The clouds covering a radius of a hundred miles above Feihong City stopped flowing at the same moment, as if they had been held down by an invisible giant hand.

A terrifying power of thunder surged from the void.

That wasn't ordinary lightning.

The lightning bolts were a deep purple, carrying an aura of ancient times.

Each bolt of lightning that explodes in the void leaves a dark crack in the space.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of hundreds of miles was frantically converging towards that Iron-Spined Bull, forming a huge vortex of spiritual energy!

The Iron-Spine Bull raised its head and let out a deafening roar.

That wasn't a painful scream, but a roar of transformation!

Lightning poured down from the void like a waterfall, completely engulfing the enormous, mountain-like demonic beast!
Purple lightning flashed wildly in the night sky, illuminating the entire Feihong City as if it were daytime.

The battle patterns on the city wall lit up automatically under the light of the lightning, forming a defensive barrier that kept the terrifying aftershocks of the lightning outside the city.

But the lightning did not destroy the monster.

It is refining it.

Remodeling it.

The Iron-Spine Bull's mountain-like body began to shrink amidst the thunder.

It is not shrinking, but rather being compressed, condensed, and reshaped.

The excess flesh and blood were tempered and evaporated in the lightning, leaving behind every inch of bone, every meridian, and every muscle, which were repeatedly forged by the lightning.

About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

The thunder gradually dissipated.

In the void, there stood a person.

He was a burly man in his early forties, with a robust build, bulging muscles, and bronze skin with faint, not-yet-completely-disappeared lightning patterns.

He wore a dark gold armor made from his own scales.

Fine magical runes flowed slowly along the edges of the armor.

He looked down at his hands.

His ten fingers were thick and strong, and the lingering echo of thunder reverberated in his palms.

Then he clenched his fist, feeling the power contained within this newborn body.

He knelt on one knee in the void and bowed his head in Zhang Yuan's direction.

His voice was deep and resonant, carrying a long-lost military air: "This humble general, Yue Tieshan, has forged a demonic body with thunder. From this day forward, this sword, this body, and this life all belong to the commander."

The night was deep above Feihong City.

A burly man in his forties knelt in the void, his body still warm from the tempering of lightning.

Xuan Qing looked up at the scene in the sky and remained silent for a long time.

Then he spoke, his voice carrying a complex emotion that was hard to describe: "You've forcibly turned a Saint-level magical beast into a human. Can you mass-produce them?"

Zhang Yuan descended from the void and stood in the square in front of the main hall, shaking his head: "No. Yue Tieshan succeeded because he was a captain in the Yue Battalion."

"His remnant soul was tough and intact enough to withstand the backlash from refining the demonic body. An ordinary remnant soul couldn't withstand it."

Xuan Qing gave a soft "hmm".

That's definitely the case.

Otherwise, what would happen?
“But this is the right path.” Zhang Yuan held the Zhenyue Token, his gaze falling on the token. “The remnant soul possessing a magical beast is just the most extreme method.”

"The truly feasible approach is to form a pact with the magical beasts, using the Zhenyue Token as a medium to establish a soul link between the soldiers and the magical beasts."

"Humans can borrow the power of magical beasts to double their strength. The magical beasts are now governed by human will and are no longer prone to rampage and out of control." (End of Chapter)