Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

The array dispersed, and a wide passage slowly took shape, revealing behind it rough stone houses that were not much different from those in the human valley, scattered haphazardly on the gentle hills.

Dozens of streaks of light flew out from the passage, mixed with demonic and dragon energy, spreading out and colliding with the spiritual energy emanating from the human cultivators, creating a turbulent atmosphere.

The previously stagnant crimson-gold fire poison around them now boiled over, dispersed by the aura of the hundreds of Nascent Soul cultivators, high-level demon generals, and dragon-men in the Cloud Transformation Realm present.

Looking down from high above, a hole several thousand feet in size appeared in the vast sea of ​​crimson-gold clouds that stretched from the sky to the ground.

But soon, an endless stream of fiery poison surged in from all directions, filling the void.

The group had no choice but to circulate their true essence and dragon energy to reinforce their protective shield and withstand the impact of the crimson fire poison.

As soon as that clear voice fell, the allied forces of the demon race and dragons rushed out of the formation and slowly stopped, standing a thousand feet away from the human race.

This was the leeway that Han Xuan had deliberately left out. The Demon General had an array to rely on, which isolated his divine sense, making it difficult for him to find out what was going on inside.

A distance of a thousand feet is neither too long nor too short, enough for everyone to react and prepare for a surprise attack by the demon race.

Before the demon race even appeared, everyone had already released their sealing power, locking down this area and preventing them from using teleportation techniques.

However, the demon race did not seem to have this intention, and stopped voluntarily after leaving the formation.

Chen Yuan immediately recognized Ao Pan and Zhong Ding, who were at the head of the group. One was as strong as a mountain, while the other was thin and frail. Their differences were striking, and they stood out when they stood together.

Feng Zhihe, with a bitter expression, stood beside Zhong Ding, while Zhuang Buhui and Zhou Lang were on Ao Pan's side.

Wu Xuan had already drawn portraits of Ao Pan and Zhong Ding, and with Chu Weicai and Zhou Muyun present, the appearances of these three cultivators at the Dragon Transformation Realm were naturally no secret.

Behind the five, the dragonman and the demon general stood on the left and right, respectively, with a clear boundary between them.

At a glance, Chen Yuan saw that there were only about twenty demon generals, while the number of dragon people was twice that of the demon generals. However, their cultivation levels varied, and there were even a few in the early stage of the Cloud Ascension Realm who were struggling to resist the corrosive effects of the crimson gold fire poison.

Ao Pan stepped forward from the crowd, and within Chen Yuan's inner space, the jade pendant suddenly glowed red and became scalding hot.

Ao Pan glanced at the crowd and nodded slightly: "Fellow Daoist Han has indeed not disappointed me. Apart from the Xuanji Sect, all the human cultivators who have entered the Xuanli Realm should be here."

Upon hearing this, Han Xuan narrowed his eyes: "Judging from Fellow Daoist Ao's words, it seems that we have come to him of our own accord."

“For the past few days, you have been hiding in the formation. I wonder what methods you have prepared. I’d like to take this opportunity to broaden my horizons.”

Everyone's eyes showed wariness; no one would underestimate the True Spirit Descendant and the three Dragon Transformation Realm cultivators.

The fact that the demon race is hiding in hiding is definitely not a charade, but rather a covert scheme.

Wei Changlin understood the implied meaning and frowned: "Have you met any fellow Daoists from the Xuanji Sect?"

The Wei family and the Xuanji Sect are both affiliated with the Tai Xuan Sect, and they are quite familiar with each other.

Wei Changlin had some connection with Fu Zhenyang, the eldest disciple of the Xuanji Sect, and upon receiving the news, he immediately pressed for details.

Zhong Ding's figure flickered, and he slowly flew to Ao Pan's side. He spoke slowly, and his deep voice resounded: "All the disciples of Xuanji Sect have been killed by Zhong and Senior Feng together."

Wei Changlin was shocked. None of the Xuanji Sect disciples had escaped death. If it were the Wei family, they would most likely have also met the same fate.

Jiang Wangchen, standing to the side, coldly spoke up: "You are Zhong Ding, the son of the Heavenly Pillar Demon Saint? Today, I, Jiang, will avenge the grudges of my fellow disciples of the Xuanji Sect."

Zhong Ding looked him up and down and said calmly, "I never kill nameless people."

Jiang Wangchen's face darkened: "Jiang Wangchen of Jade Sword Peak of Tai Xuan Sect, please enlighten me."

Zhong Ding said calmly, "Then I, Zhong, will experience the methods of a disciple of a major sect in the Spirit Realm today."

Jiang Wangchen sneered: "I also want to see the supernatural powers of the True Spirit Descendant, and see whether the flying sword in my hand is more powerful, or the supernatural powers of the Xuanwu bloodline are more profound."

Chu Weicai looked at Feng Zhihe and frowned: "Fellow Daoist Feng, do you really intend to join forces with the demon race?"

"Never forget what happened to Ao Huan. The demon race are all treacherous and disloyal. Cooperating with them is like asking a tiger for its skin, and you will surely suffer the consequences."

"As you can see, fellow Daoist, the demon race is weak and outnumbered, far inferior to our human counterparts. To fight against the human race is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot; defeat is inevitable."

"We dragon people originated from the human race. Fellow Daoist, it is not too late to abandon the darkness and turn to the light. If we really start fighting, there will be no turning back."

Zhou Muyun also spoke up to persuade him: "Fellow Daoist Feng, you have always been devoted to the Dao and kind to others. You have repeatedly helped the younger generation of various tribes and are deeply respected by them."

"The demon race entered the Xuanli Realm this time and slaughtered the dragon people tribes, destroyed the Dragon Breath Platform, and committed all kinds of evil deeds."

"If you weren't going to stop it, fine, but why are you acting as an accomplice to evil?"

There are currently only five cultivators in the Dragon Transformation Realm in the Xuanli Realm, and their attainment times are also similar.

Those who successfully transformed into dragons before the five had already passed away at the end of their lives.

After them, the dragon energy of heaven and earth weakened further, and no one else successfully transformed into a dragon.

The five people were located at the top of this realm, and the Xuanli Realm was so small that they inevitably had some interactions with each other, but their friendships varied in depth.

Among them, Feng Zhihe, due to his peaceful nature, had a close relationship with the other four.

Chu Weicai and Zhou Muyun couldn't bear to see Feng Zhihe turn against them, so before the battle began, they wanted to persuade him to abandon his evil ways and embrace the light.

Zhuang Buhui and Chu Weicai became sworn enemies because of their tribes.

Zhou Lang, on the other hand, was capricious, cruel, and bloodthirsty, which displeased the two. They almost came to blows once in an attempt to stop Zhou Lang from indiscriminately slaughtering the dragon tribe.

They knew it was futile to try to persuade the two, so they didn't waste their time.

Chu Weicai and Zhou Muyun's public persuasion to surrender immediately drew everyone's attention to Feng Zhihe.

Under everyone's gaze, the already fine wrinkles on his face seemed to deepen even more. Zhuang Buhui sneered and turned his head away: "How could Fellow Daoist Feng be bewitched by you? The events of hundreds of thousands of years ago have long since vanished into thin air. Who would care anymore?"

"No matter how many humans become gods, they cannot change the overall situation."

"With the three of us joining forces, plus one more Dragon Transformation Realm cultivator, victory is already assured."

"You two know you are doomed to defeat, so you try to persuade Fellow Daoist Feng to surrender and sow discord among us."

"Such a clumsy plan will only make us a laughing stock."

Feng Zhihe sighed softly and finally spoke: "Fellow Daoists, there's no need to persuade me any further. I have already promised Young Friend Zhong, and I will not go back on my word. There is no need for further words."

Chu Weicai wanted to persuade him again, but Zhong Ding interrupted him: "You don't need to waste your time. Senior Feng is loyal to the demon race. He personally killed more than half of the Xuanji Sect members that day, and he will not show any mercy today."

Han Xuan's eyes flashed with cold light as he gave Feng Zhihe a deep look. He then turned to Zhou Muyun and bowed with his fists clasped: "This man has been slaughtering cultivators in our Spirit Realm. His crime deserves to be punished. I beg Senior Zhou to hold him back and not let him escape."

Zhou Muyun sighed softly and nodded: "Leave it to me."

Han Xuan then looked at Chu Weicai: "Then Zhuang Buhui will be left to Senior Chu."

Chu Weicai nodded without saying a word.

Han Xuan turned his head, looked at Ao Pan, and said coldly, "Further words are useless. Today's battle concerns the True Dragon Cave. It's a fight to the death. Please!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd dispersed, their auras surging like a river overflowing its banks, about to burst through the dam and pour down.

The demon race all looked at Ao Pan, and Zhou Lang secretly transmitted his voice, saying, "Young friend Ao, you can take out the treasure bestowed by the Cold Shadow Demon Saint now. The human cultivators have gathered here, and the time has come."

"As long as we wipe them out, we can break through the formation with ease and there will be no more obstacles."

Ao Pan's eyes flashed, and he replied telepathically, "Senior Zhou, please be patient and test the methods of these human cultivators first."

A hint of displeasure flashed in Zhou Lang's eyes: "The great battle is about to begin, young friend, do you still want to save your treasures?"

Ao Pan did not hide anything from the others, except when he communicated with Zhou Lang telepathically.

A hint of coldness flashed in Feng Zhihe's slightly cloudy dragon eyes: "My lifespan is coming to an end. I need to save a few more years to break through the bottleneck. I will never fight to the death with others unless absolutely necessary."

"The human race is currently numerous and powerful, young friend, do not hesitate, it would be best to take out the treasure directly."

Ao Pan glanced at Feng Zhihe: "Senior Feng has killed more than half of the cultivators of the Xuanji Sect, and Han Xuan has also clearly stated that he wants to take your life. Does Senior think there is still a way out?"

"It should be known that behind the Xuanji Sect, there are also cultivators at the Integration Stage."

Feng Zhihe's eyes grew even colder, and Zhong Ding spoke up: "Senior Feng will naturally not side with the human race, but I, Zhong, will stand with Senior Feng through thick and thin."

“If Brother Ao is unwilling to exert his full strength, I will not be able to go all out either, which would only benefit the human race. Brother Ao, do not lose sight of the bigger picture for the sake of a small gain.”

After a moment of contemplation, seeing the human cultivators slowly approaching, Ao Pan replied telepathically, "I can make a move, but Brother Zhong must also bring out the treasure bestowed by the Heavenly Pillar Demon Saint."

"Otherwise, I worry that after killing all the human cultivators and breaking the formation, Brother Zhong might suddenly turn on us and take all the True Dragon's treasure for himself."

"The Cold Shadow Demon Saint bestowed this treasure so that I, Ao, could use it as a trump card to seize the True Dragon's relic, not to benefit Brother Zhong."

Zhong Ding's face darkened, but the three cultivators at the Dragon Transformation Realm only wanted to open the True Dragon Cave, so they immediately turned to him to persuade him.

Zhuang Buhui said, "It is understandable that Fellow Friend Ao has some concerns. I would also like to ask Fellow Friend Zhong to take out the treasure bestowed by the Demon Saint and annihilate the human cultivators in one fell swoop."

"The two young friends no longer need to suspect each other, and everyone is happy."

Feng Zhihe and Zhou Lang echoed his sentiments. Zhong Ding remained silent for a moment before saying, "I will naturally not hold back, but the treasure bestowed upon me by my father cannot be used lightly."

"There are also Nascent Soul cultivators in the Tai Xuan Sect. Who knows what kind of methods they have been given?"

“Brother Ao’s words make sense. We should wait for the human cultivators to use their trump cards first, and then we can seize the opportunity to counterattack. Then the overall situation can be settled.”

Ao Pan was right; he did indeed want to keep the True Dragon's treasure for himself.

When the Heavenly Pillar Demon Saint bestowed the treasure, he said that this treasure was extremely powerful and that he should never use it casually unless it had a decisive effect.

This is why Zhong Ding readily agreed when Ao Pan suggested sitting in the formation and observing the situation.

With a priceless treasure in hand, he was full of confidence and naturally had no fear of what tricks Ao Pan might secretly use.

Yesterday, under intense questioning from the crowd, Ao Pan revealed that he was confident he could wipe out all the human cultivators in one fell swoop, which secretly delighted Zhong Ding.

As long as Ao Pan uses his trump card, he can control the overall situation.

However, Zhong Ding realized from Ao Pan's earlier words that he was just being arrogant and still wary of him, so he had to change his tune.

The three cultivators at the Dragon Transformation Realm wanted to persuade him further, but Ao Pan coldly said, "The three seniors need not say more. We have fought against human cultivators many times and know how to handle the situation."

"Yesterday, the three seniors were still saying they would do everything in their power to deal with the human cultivators. Could it be that they were just toying with us?"

The three cultivators at the Dragon Transformation Realm exchanged glances, finally said nothing more, and turned to greet the human cultivators.

Seeing that the group of people had stopped in place and seemed to be communicating with each other, the human race also slowed down their escape speed.

Both sides are facing each other head-on, and are on high alert. Only a fair and square battle will suffice; trickery will be useless.

But just as everyone was starting to get impatient, the demon race finally scattered and came forward to meet them.

Magical powers and treasures do not distinguish between friend and foe. Unless it is a battle between large armies, in order to reduce mutual interference, combat is most commonly conducted in pairs.

Ao Pan charged towards Han Xuan, but was stopped by Lin Yuanzi, who coldly said, "Your opponent is me, Lin Yuanzi of Lan Yue Peak of the Tai Xuan Sect. Please enlighten me!" (End of this chapter)