Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chapter 1132 Shattered

The Thunder Mountain Demon King stood frozen in place, and the light, purplish-blue longsword in his hand, which had almost become one with him, suddenly became incredibly heavy.

This was a great battle involving three demon saints, two fusion cultivators, an army of tens of thousands of cultivators, and an army of one hundred thousand demons. Blood flowed like rivers, and corpses piled up like mountains.

The main protagonists of this great battle should have been the three demon saints and the two cultivators at the Integration stage. Their battle would determine the outcome of the battle, while the others could only play supporting roles.

But even before the great battle began, everyone's attention was focused on Bei Ming, and now, he has become the true master of this great battle.

The deaths of the three demon kings, Burning Mountain, Horned Ferocity, and Suspended Dawn, were just the beginning. Bei Ming staged a grand slaughter before the Demon King of Thunder Mountain.

A muffled rumble of thunder echoed in the air as Bei Ming wielded the Cangming Halberd with unrestrained abandon. A deep black light flowed along the halberd's blade, like the spears, axes, and halberds of underworld ghosts that snatched souls. With each strike, a demon king perished.

There are also powerful demon kings, such as the Horned Demon King and the Suspended Dawn Demon King, who were able to withstand Bei Ming's Halberd.

But then a bolt of lightning, as graceful as a dragon, descended, containing the most violent power of thunder, purer than the thunder power that the Thunder Mountain Demon King had cultivated for tens of thousands of years. No demon king could withstand it in a single strike.

Some demon kings even went mad in a bizarre way, their eyes turning blood red, as if they had suddenly lost their minds and become ferocious beasts that only knew how to kill, and willingly delivered themselves to the halberd.

Bei Ming did not condense that eerie blood leaf again, nor did he need to.

The gray veil summoned by the Demon King of Suspended Dawn still floated in the air, and the yellow dust from the Demon King of Suspended Dawn's corpse piled up at the bottom of the gray veil, becoming the only quiet corner on the tragic battlefield.

The Thunder Mountain Demon King, confident in his powerful bloodline and extraordinary opportunities, and with no roots or support, had cultivated to the peak of the Void Refinement stage on his own, he had a great chance of advancing to the Integration stage and becoming a Demon Saint.

While not invincible at the Fusion stage, it is certainly rarely matched. As long as it doesn't face a human Fusion stage cultivator, it is enough to dominate Turtle Island.

He never imagined that there would be a Void Refinement cultivator in the world who could kill demon kings like chickens; it was as if a Integration Realm cultivator was carrying out a massacre.

Just three hundred years ago, this person was merely a demon general who was extremely respectful in his presence.

Bei Ming's cold words echoed in the mind of the Thunder Mountain Demon King. He had not suffered such humiliation for a long time.

Bei Ming completely ignored his all-out sword strike. In Bei Ming's eyes, his life was nothing more than a favor of being tempered by Thunder Mountain Crystal. This made him even angrier than if he had been killed directly.

Leishan Demon King considered revealing his true form, burning his essence blood, and fighting Beiming with all his might, but the corpse of Jiaozheng Demon King crashed to the ground below, and his painful, unseeing expression kept flashing before Leishan Demon King's eyes.

He knew that no matter what he did, it would be in vain, as Bei Ming's strength had already transcended the realm of Void Refinement.

Although the two did not fight, the Thunder Mountain Demon King clearly saw that no demon king could withstand Bei Ming's halberd strike, which contained power no less than that of any demon saint.

That halberd, flowing with black light, possessed astonishing sharpness; even a second-grade spiritual treasure weapon was snapped in two by its blade.

The Wood-Eating Demon King guessed correctly. Even if this halberd wasn't a heaven-reaching spiritual treasure, it was close enough to be a treasure that would make all demon kings drool.

The supernatural powers displayed by Bei Ming exceeded the expectations of the Thunder Mountain Demon King. He knew that Bei Ming possessed the bloodline of the Kun fish, and the black blade and vortex emitted powerful spatial fluctuations, which were obviously spatial supernatural powers.

However, the heavenly lightning summoned by Beiming was so violent, containing the power of heavenly tribulation. In addition to the laws of space, it also mastered the laws of lightning, and it was the most advanced tribulation lightning law.

The Azure Feather Thunder Falcon bloodline of the Thunder Mountain Demon King is already the most top-tier holy bloodline in the Burning Demon Realm; above that, there is only the True Spirit bloodline.

However, his ten thousand years of painstaking cultivation of the Thunder Strike Divine Power was no match for Bei Ming, who had cultivated from the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm to the late stage of the Void Refinement realm in just three hundred years.

The Demon King of Leishan never slacked off in his cultivation. He knew that bloodline was only the foundation, and that to build a magnificent palace, he had to put in a hundred or a thousand times more effort.

Perhaps this is one of the reasons why the human race in the Spirit Realm, despite having mediocre bloodlines, is more powerful than the Demon Realm.

Demons are born with powerful bloodlines and long lifespans. Even when they are asleep, they can absorb spiritual energy and improve their cultivation.

The vast majority of demons are immersed in drawing power from their bloodline, unwilling to study human cultivation techniques, let alone learn human supernatural powers.

They can only cultivate to the same level as their ancestors.

Humans are naturally physically weak, and every bit of their cultivation and strength must be acquired through practice.

Humans are all ascetics, while only a very few ambitious demons are able to recognize the limitations of their bloodline and stand out from the thousands of demons. The Thunder Mountain Demon King is one of the best among them.

In addition to mastering his innate divine abilities, the Thunder Mountain Demon King also painstakingly collected human thunder-based techniques and divine abilities.

Human cultivators with lightning spiritual roots are rare, and lightning-based techniques and supernatural abilities are extremely uncommon. The Thunder Mountain Demon King accepts all comers, drawing on the strengths of various schools, tapping into the potential of their bloodlines, and comprehending the laws of lightning on his own.

After advancing to the rank of Demon King, he traveled far and wide in search of treasures containing thunder, and finally found Thunder Mountain, which was filled with the power of thunder, in a dangerous place.

Overjoyed, the Thunder Mountain Demon King joined the Blood Tooth Demon Saint's ranks, established his own cave, and adopted Thunder Mountain as his name. He patiently collected Thunder Mountain tempering crystals and refined the power of thunder, gaining a deeper and deeper understanding of the laws of thunder. His cultivation steadily improved to the peak of the Void Refinement stage, glimpsing the threshold of the Demon Saint realm.

The Thunder Mountain Demon King had experienced countless battles and encountered many other demon cultivators who also possessed the divine power of thunder, but none of them could compare with him in their mastery of the laws of thunder.

Today, the Thunder Mountain Demon King finally met a Void Refinement cultivator who surpassed him in the Law of Thunder. Bei Ming had mastered the Tribulation Thunder Law that he had longed for, but this person was a human-demon hybrid with the bloodline of Kun fish, and only had the cultivation level of Nascent Soul three hundred years ago.

The power that the Thunder Mountain Demon King painstakingly pursued was merely a powerful divine ability in Bei Ming's hands, not even his strongest technique, and still inferior to the strange and unpredictable Blood Leaf.

He didn't even know Bei Ming's real name. The origin of the Nascent Soul cultivator who had caused him such heavy losses and humiliation remained a mystery to him.

The Thunder Mountain Demon King originally intended to capture Bei Ming and interrogate him through soul-searching, but now that has become an unattainable dream.

He didn't even dare to fight other Void Refinement cultivators. Bei Ming still had one favor to show, and if any human cultivator died at his hands, Bei Ming would definitely not hold back.

Thunder Mountain Demon King did not want to die. He was only one step away from becoming a Demon Saint. He wanted to go even further and become the first Great Saint of the Azure Feather Thunder Falcon clan, bringing all the Azure Feather Thunder Falcons in the Burning Demon Realm under his command, establishing a new Saint Clan, and ensuring that the bloodline of the Azure Feather Thunder Falcons would continue forever.

The sword in the hand of the Thunder Mountain Demon King trembled slightly, yet he could not lift it. He remained there, watching Chen Yuan rampage across the battlefield, slaughtering all in his path, his heart filled with endless fear and despair. His Dao heart was shattered.

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Even Foundation Establishment cultivators could see that the tide of the battle was turning in favor of the human race, let alone the three Demon Saints.

The three demon saints' faces were terribly gloomy. They suddenly understood Elder Yuan's words—half an hour is enough.

No wonder Elder Yuan dared to bring out that silver-armored giant, which barely possessed the strength of a combined form, to entangle the Cold Shadow Demon Saint, who possessed the bloodline of a true dragon.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the silver-armored giant was already covered in wounds, moved slowly, and had one arm frozen in the ice, extremely stiff, looking utterly miserable.

It could only barely contend with the Cold Shadow Demon Saint by relying on its hard body forged from immortal spiritual materials, as well as unique spiritual materials and array restrictions that could absorb supernatural and demonic power.

This is the puppet's fatal weakness; after all, they are not true living beings and cannot master the power of laws.

The puppet's strength comes entirely from spiritual materials, formations, restrictions, and spirit stones; it can never be a match for a cultivator of the same level at the Nascent Soul stage.

Moreover, creating a combined puppet requires the combined efforts of a formation master, a talisman maker, and a weapon refiner, and takes a hundred years.

The spiritual materials used are extremely precious, at least top-grade spiritual materials. The core components are all made of immortal spiritual materials. Each puppet requires hundreds of kilograms of various spiritual materials, which is something that ordinary sects simply cannot afford.

Almost every puppet was crafted through collaboration between Mahayana sects and the Heaven-Slaying Pavilion. They were at least at the mid-to-late stage of the Void Refinement realm, with most possessing strength above the Body Integration realm. Crafting puppets with weaker strength would be a waste of resources.

The silver-armored giant is only considered a low-grade mechanical puppet. No matter how fearless it is, it cannot withstand the freezing laws that can freeze everything for long.

But half an hour is enough. At Chen Yuan's speed of slaughtering demon kings, he could kill them all in less than half an hour.

The Heavenly Pillar Demon Saint glanced at Chen Yuan, who was invincible on the battlefield, his face growing increasingly ashen. He stared at Elder Yuan opposite him: "Very well! This Saint has truly misjudged you. The Nascent Soul cultivators of the Tai Xuan Sect are so generous, leaving the True Dragon's Relic Treasure unclaimed and instead bestowing it upon a Nascent Soul cultivator. You have even disregarded the path of cultivation in order to build a city on Tyrant Turtle Island?"

Elder Yuan remained silent for a moment. Of course, he would not reveal what had happened in the Xuanli Realm, nor would he tell the Heavenly Pillar Demon Saint that Chen Yuan had refined the Dragon Essence himself. He also could not disobey True Man Fu's order and openly declare that Chen Yuan had cultivated immortal techniques.

"How our sect acts is none of your business," Elder Yuan replied coldly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

“Fellow Daoists, Bei Ming’s strength is no less than that of a Demon Saint. He is already showing signs of defeat. If this drags on any longer, all of our Demon Kings will die at Bei Ming’s hands, and our entire army of 100,000 demons will be wiped out!”

Bloodtooth Demon Saint cleaved the ancient axe formed from the ink characters with a single sword strike, and secretly transmitted his voice to Heavenly Pillar Demon Saint and Cold Shadow Demon Saint, his voice extremely urgent.

His demon kings suffered the heaviest casualties, and it seemed that Bei Ming was targeting the demon kings of the Bloodtooth Domain, which made the Bloodtooth Demon Saint anxious.

If it weren't for Elder Wei's mysterious and unpredictable Confucian supernatural powers, which were extremely difficult to deal with, the Bloodtooth Demon Saint would have abandoned him long ago and stopped Bei Ming.

What the Bloodtooth Demon Saint didn't know was that Chen Yuan was most familiar with the Bloodtooth Domain Demon King, which was why he prioritized attacking the Bloodtooth Domain Demon King.

Thirty-one demon kings from the Bloodtooth Domain entered Tyrant Turtle Island this time. Twelve demon kings have already died at Chen Yuan's hands. Almost all the late-stage Void Refinement demon kings have been killed or injured, leaving only a dejected Thunder Mountain Demon King.

The Heavenly Pillar Sea and the Cold Shadow Sea also suffered many demon kings, but far fewer than those in the Blood Tooth Sea, which together only had nine.

Chen Yuan used his lightning escape technique to move swiftly and rapidly. No demon king could withstand two or three blows from him. Wherever he went, blood rained down. In less than a quarter of an hour, twenty-one demon kings died.

Moreover, Chen Yuan prioritized attacking demon kings at the mid-stage of the Void Refinement realm and above. Most of the surviving demon kings were at the early stage of the Void Refinement realm, and their strength was even weaker. It would take even less time to take the lives of these demon kings next.

Chen Yuan didn't even need to take any further action. The demon race were not fearless beasts, nor were they mindless puppets.

The deaths of more than twenty demon kings severely dampened the morale of the demon race. Although the surviving demon kings still dared not flee under the watchful eyes of the three demon saints, they inevitably showed signs of cowardice.

They scattered desperately in all directions, trying to stay away from Chen Yuan, only hoping to save their lives, and had no intention of defeating their opponent.

This allowed many Void Refinement cultivators to easily cope with the Demon King's offensive. Some Void Refinement cultivators had already killed their opponents, allowing them to extricate themselves, either joining forces with other Void Refinement cultivators or slaughtering demon generals. The situation was rapidly tilting towards the human race.

In other words, the sheer number of the 100,000-strong demon army, coupled with the generally low intelligence of the lower-ranking demons and the fact that they were subjected to the Boiling Blood and Burning Soul Technique before the battle, which boosted their fighting spirit, allowed them to hold on and avoid immediate defeat.

But even the fiercest demon race cannot charge forward into a hopeless situation. As long as no one can stop Chen Yuan and allow him to continue slaughtering demon kings, the demon race's defeat is only a matter of time.

The Heavenly Pillar Demon Saint glanced at the demon army below, which was beginning to fall into chaos, and replied telepathically: "That silver-armored puppet won't last much longer. Once Fellow Daoist Han Ying has freed his hands, let's capture Bei Ming first. No matter how strong this thief is, he is only a Void Refinement cultivator and is no match for us."

Bloodtooth Demon Saint said urgently, "If we wait for Fellow Daoist Cold Shadow to free himself, all the demon kings under our command will be dead!"

The Heavenly Pillar Demon Saint remained silent for a moment, then coldly replied, "So what if they're all dead? They're just some demon kings. As long as we capture Bei Ming, the three of us can join forces to kill these two human hybrids, which will be enough to make up for the losses."

Bloodtooth Demon Saint's eyes widened, and he suddenly turned to look at Heavenly Pillar Demon Saint.

Since he had been secretly communicating with the two demon saints, this action seemed extremely abrupt and rather comical.

Han Ying, the Demon Saint, flashed his eyes and transmitted his voice, saying, "Although the demon generals and demon commanders are not a concern, the demon king is not easy to cultivate. We must not sit idly by and watch them die here. It would be better to retreat here."

The Heavenly Pillar Demon Saint resolutely refused: "We came here with a great army, only to return empty-handed, leaving behind more than twenty demon king corpses and suffering heavy losses to our army of one hundred thousand. Wouldn't that make us a laughingstock? Let's not mention this matter again!"

The Cold Shadow Demon Saint insisted on his opinion: "Fellow Daoist Tianzhu, have you ever thought about it? These two combined beings knew that Bei Ming only had the cultivation of the Void Refinement Realm, yet they still dared to fight us and watch the puppet be destroyed in my hands. Where did they get their confidence?"

"This Beiming inherited the True Dragon's treasure and cultivated from the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm to the peak of the Void Refinement realm in three hundred years. His physical body is no less than that of a Demon Saint. Just what kind of strength does he have? Can he rival a Demon Saint?"

"If we don't retreat now, and are entangled by them, and then surrounded and attacked by an army of tens of thousands of cultivators, we will truly be trapped in an abyss of no return!" (End of this chapter)