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Xuanqing's eyes gleamed with a sharp light.

He was familiar with the approach Zhang Yuan was referring to.

Zhang Yuan paused, then added, "Moreover, the bodies of magical beasts can be used to forge armor, and magical runes can be inscribed onto weapons."

"The divine soul and demonic energy of magical beasts can be condensed into weapons, giving them the potential to grow autonomously. This is a way to fundamentally change combat power."

Zhang Yuan spoke these words calmly, his voice not loud.

Xuanqing stood there, silent for a long time.

He slowly closed his eyes, then slowly opened them again.

He looked down at the long table in front of him, then looked up at the figure still kneeling in the void outside the window.

After a long silence, he whispered, "This is a treasure land."

He turned to look at Zhang Yuan, his eyes filled with an extremely complex emotion: "Xuntian Continent has been tainted by the demonic energy of the Heavenly Demon Supreme for millions of years. I thought it was a curse, a desperate situation."

"But now you're telling me that demonic energy can be refined, demonic beasts can be contracted, and demonic runes can be forged into weapons..."

"This is clearly a treasure land left by Emperor Jun Tianzun for future generations."

His voice carried a hint of bitterness, a touch of emotion, and an indescribable regret: "We've been guarding this place for millions of years, only knowing how to hold on, stubbornly endure, and procrastinate... wasting millions of years."

As a disciple of the Celestial Venerable and a powerful figure in the Heavenly Palace, he has guarded this place for millions of years.

However, these millions of years were wasted.

Zhang Yuan shook his head.

"It's not a waste."

Xuanqing looked up at him.

Zhang Yuan's voice was calm: "Without the accumulation of these millions of years, the power of the Heavenly Demon cannot be in harmony with the Great Dao of Xuntian Continent."

"Without this subtle fusion and change, one cannot truly utilize demonic energy, nor can one truly control the army of demonic beasts. Emperor Jun Tianzun had calculated this step in advance."

He paused, lowered his head, and said in a slightly lower voice, "Actually, the Celestial Venerable is doing the same thing in the Primordial World."

Xuan Qing's gaze sharpened slightly: "You mean—"

“Based on the demon race,” Zhang Yuan said calmly. “Among the myriad races of the primordial world, the demon race is born with powerful bloodlines. The Heavenly Palace uses the bloodlines of divine beasts as its foundation and has refined countless divine weapons.”

"Those divine weapons contain the souls of divine beasts, and the wielders can use the power of the divine beasts to fight, which is the same principle as using magical beasts to forge weapons."

Xuanqing remained silent for a long while.

Then he nodded slightly: "I know. It's no secret that the Celestial Race used the bloodlines of divine beasts to refine divine weapons in the primordial world."

"In the Heavenly Army camp of the Heavenly Palace, every standard longsword contains a wisp of a demon beast's soul."

Zhang Yuan didn't say anything more, he just looked at the soldiers' formations that were still adjusting in the night sky.

Some things cannot be judged as right or wrong.

Although he allied with the divine beasts and used their power to fight against the Heavenly Palace in the primordial world.

But he was not a pedantic person.

Some things are all about the result.

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Three days.

The entire city of Zhaohua is busy capturing, refining, and forming contracts with magical beasts.

On the training ground, all of this is unfolding in full swing.

In a corner of the training ground, a thin figure was squatting on the ground, intently sharpening the new knife that had just been issued to him with a whetstone.

He was wearing a worn-out soldier's armor, the edges of which were worn and rough, and there were several cracks on the breastplate.

Those cracks are quite old, not new wounds, indicating that he has survived several battles.

His name is Gu Dashi. He's a local from Zhaohua City and is twenty-three years old.

When he was fifteen, the North was drafting soldiers, and he was assigned to a scout battalion, where he spent eight years running along the long northern defense line.

Over the past eight years, the things he has seen most are the beacon fires on the horizon, and the smells he has smelled most are the demonic and pungent winds wafting from the wasteland.

But he lacked talent.

After eight years of cultivation, he had barely reached the early stage of the Innate Realm, and had not even been able to condense a decent martial arts essence.

In the scout camp, everyone called him "Old Gu" or "Gu Laosan".

Because on the battlefield, a scout's life is the least valuable.

Every time we go on a mission, we have to go through the most dangerous areas, run at the front, and be the first to run into the monster horde.

Nearly half of the scouts per year are lost, and very few survive more than two years.

Veterans like Gu Dashi, who have endured for eight years, rely not on strength, but on a cautiousness that never pushes forward, never stands out, and never lets anyone notice him.

He held the knife to his chest and looked up at the center of the training ground.

Tuoba Shan walked out of the tent next to him, holding a stack of black tokens in his hand. He walked to the center of the training ground and put them on the ground with a dull thud.

"Gu Dashi!"

Gu Dashi suddenly came to his senses and quickly stood up.

Tuoba Shan glanced at him, then pulled out a palm-sized token from the stack of things and handed it to him: "This is yours."

Gu Dashi took it and looked down at it.

The token was black, hard, and cold; it was unclear what material it was made of.

A fine, intricate magic rune was engraved in the center of the token, gleaming with a dark luster under the moonlight.

The demonic pattern resembled a crouching wolf.

To be precise, it was a gray-maned wolf that was bound.

"Are you afraid?" Tuoba Shan asked him.

The area around the drill ground fell silent.

Gu Dashi noticed that everyone around him was looking at him. He swallowed hard, gripped the token in his hand, and looked up to answer, "I'm afraid. But for the past eight years, I've been afraid every single day."

Tuoba Shan didn't laugh at him, but simply nodded: "It's good that you're afraid. Those who aren't afraid are all dead. Go over there, infuse your true energy into the token, and then use your divine soul to touch that wolf."

A gray-maned wolf was tied up by several veterans at the edge of the drill ground, emitting a low growl.

The wolf was a size larger than the ordinary gray-maned wolf, its body covered in rough, dark blue fur, and its vertical pupils burned with a scarlet, ferocious light.

The chains rattled as it struggled, leaving white scratches on the ground.

Gu Dashi walked to a spot three steps away from the wolf and squatted down.

He could smell the stench emanating from the wolf and see the saliva dripping from its mouth, corroding tiny pits in the ground.

His hands were trembling slightly, but he did not back down.

He placed the token on his forehead and separated a wisp of his divine soul power.

That wisp of divine soul was very, very small, so small that it was almost imperceptible.

Because he was too weak, so weak that he could only split his soul into such a tiny fragment.

But guided by his will, it passed through the magic patterns on the token's surface, through layer after layer of ancient and desolate array structures, and finally touched the silver-gray light at the core of the token.

"boom--"

His mind was suddenly jolted!
He felt as if he had been hit head-on by a meteorite.

That violent, bloodthirsty, and murderous consciousness surged into his mind like a tidal wave, frantically assaulting his willpower!

Blood oozed from all seven of his orifices simultaneously, and the veins all over his body bulged! (End of Chapter)