Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Han Xuan had been struggling for a long time, but finally received help. He immediately retrieved his Green Bamboo Flying Sword, and a trace of fatigue finally showed in his bright eyes: "Thank you for your help, Junior Brother."

His cold expression softened, and he took out a jade bottle, poured out a pill, swallowed it, and, disregarding that he was on the battlefield, sat in meditation in the air and closed his eyes to heal his injuries.

Even if it's just three sword energies casually condensed by a Nascent Soul cultivator, it's not something a Deity Transformation cultivator can use at will.

Otherwise, the Tai Xuan Sect cultivators who entered the Xuanli Realm would each possess a treasure, and would have already slaughtered all the demon race and monopolized the True Dragon Cave.

Han Xuan's Dao heart was firm, his soul was solid, and his foundation was firm, which enabled him to unleash three sword energies in succession.

However, this also greatly depleted his spiritual energy, and he even suffered a backlash from the sword energy, sustaining serious injuries and requiring immediate recuperation.

The combined sword energy possesses its own spirit; forcibly unleashing it is like a child wielding a sledgehammer, easily causing backlash to the soul.

However, Han Xuan had to hold off Zhou Lang to create an opportunity for Chen Yuan to slay the Heavenly Pillar Demon Saint. No matter how serious his injuries were, he could only suppress them and continue to use the sword formation to attack the enemy. His natal flying sword was damaged one after another, and his soul was severely injured.

If Chen Yuan had arrived even a moment later, his foundation would have been damaged, his path to enlightenment would have been affected, and he might never have had a chance to reach the Void Refinement Realm in his lifetime.

Chen Yuan said in a deep voice, "Senior brother, please focus on healing."

He then looked at the red dragon that Zhou Lang had transformed into and said coldly, "The divided soul of the Heavenly Pillar Demon Saint has been killed. Senior is currently seriously injured. I wonder how your strength compares to that of the Heavenly Pillar Demon Saint, and how much essence you have left to consume?"

Chi Long fell silent. Just now, in front of Han Xuan, he had vented his rage, wanting to tear Han Xuan to pieces to avenge the loss of his limbs and eyes.

But now, his only remaining right eye was filled with fear, and the lingering pain from the remaining sword energy made him want to retreat.

The three true spirit avatars behind Chen Yuan were only ten feet tall, far smaller than the body of the Crimson Dragon.

However, the oppressive aura emanating from it made Zhou Lang feel as if he were facing a true spirit, and he could no longer muster any anger.

If Zhou Lang hadn't witnessed the death of the Heavenly Pillar Demon Saint's divided soul at Chen Yuan's hands, he would never have believed that a Nascent Soul cultivator could actually defeat a higher-ranking one and annihilate the Demon Saint's divided soul.

Not only Zhou Lang, but the demon race was also shocked by this result.

Logically speaking, cultivation level determines strength, and the difference between different realms is like heaven and earth.

Even though Han Xuan unleashed three sword energies, severely injuring Zhou Lang and gaining the upper hand, he could only retreat step by step after going all out, facing constant danger.

The treasures bestowed by a powerful being at the Nascent Soul stage can only threaten a Void Refinement stage cultivator, but cannot truly contend with them.

Chen Yuan broke this ironclad rule. The three true spirit avatars he summoned remained condensed and did not disperse. They did not seem like treasures bestowed by a powerful being, but rather like a supernatural power.

So, does that mean he also possesses the strength of the early stage of Void Refinement, just like the Twin Saints' split souls?
The demon race initially thought victory was assured, but unexpected events occurred. When they fought against the Nascent Soul cultivators and the two dragon races, their momentum weakened.

Seeing an opportunity for victory, the human race rallied and, sparing no effort, regained the upper hand.

However, they lacked Chen Yuan's abilities and were still unable to kill a high-ranking demon general.

So far in the great battle, none of the Nascent Soul cultivators from either side's demon generals have perished.

On the contrary, the dragon elders of the five major tribes suffered many casualties due to their varying levels of cultivation and strength.

Zhou Lang asked, "What do you mean by that?"

Chen Yuan coldly said, "If you still want to fight, I will naturally accompany you to the end. But I don't believe that you are more difficult to deal with than the Demon Saint's divided soul."

"Besides, Senior is seriously injured, and I have Senior Brother Han and Senior Brother Jiang to help me. If we really have to fight, it will only take one halberd to take Senior's life."

His icy voice carried a chilling murderous intent. Upon hearing this, Zhou Lang's dragon eyes flashed with a hint of shame and anger: "Don't push your luck!"

Chen Yuan coldly replied, "Whether it is or not, you will know once you try, senior."

After saying that, his aura surged, and demonic energy burst forth from his Xuan Yin Armor, swirling and circling, adding to his demonic power.

Zhou Lang's eyes flickered, but in the end he dared not risk his life: "What if I, Zhou, do not wish to fight?"

Chen Yuan said, "As long as you are willing to abandon the darkness and turn against us, you can save your life."

"After this battle, you can enter the True Dragon Cave, break through the bottleneck, continue your cultivation, and extend your lifespan."

Zhou Lang blurted out, "Is this really true?"

Chen Yuan said calmly, "In this battle, no human cultivators died at your hands. On the contrary, it was Senior Brother Han who severely injured you with his sword energy. My Tai Xuan Sect has not formed any enmity with you."

"If you, senior, are willing to abandon darkness and embrace light, you can save your life without needlessly wasting your life force. I, Chen, can also save myself some trouble. What's wrong with that?"

Zhou Langlong's eyes showed hesitation, but he did not utter a word of rebuttal.

Chen Yuan was right. He had no enmity with the Tai Xuan Sect. Although he and Han Xuan had a deep-seated hatred over the loss of limbs and eyes, it was insignificant compared to their lives and their paths to enlightenment.

Moreover, his alliance with the demon race was only at Feng Zhihe's invitation, in order to enter the True Dragon Cave and use the pure dragon energy to break through the bottleneck; he had no loyalty to the demon race.

But precisely because he had a very deep friendship with Feng Zhihe and had received kindness from him, he found it difficult to make up his mind.

Seeing that he seemed to be wavering, Ao Pan blocked a bolt of heavenly lightning and said loudly, "Senior, do not be misled by him. The Heavenly Pillar Demon Saint's divided soul possessed the bell and cauldron, but in essence he was still a high-level demon general. He died at the hands of Chen Yuan because his strength was insufficient."

"Lord Hanying is residing in the body of a demon king, and even a Void Refining Puppet is no match for him, let alone a mere Nascent Soul cultivator."

"Senior only needs to hold this person back, and once Lord Hanying can free his hand, everything can be wiped out!"

Feng Zhihe also advised, "The war has already begun, how can we withdraw? Brother Zhou, do not forget what happened back then, and never forget the hatred of having your limbs severed and your eyes gouged out today!"

Both of them transformed into dragons, their voices like dragon roars, vast and majestic, spreading in all directions and reaching the ears of everyone.

The azure-white dragon, which was tightly bound by the black-robed puppet, suddenly sharpened its eyes. The icy storm paused abruptly, and endless ice and snow condensed into a giant dragon claw, which gripped the black-robed puppet in its hand and squeezed it tightly!
The giant claw exploded into a shower of ice and snow, and the black-robed puppet's hard body was severely deformed, its left leg twisted and contorted.

But it felt no pain or sensation, remained expressionless, only its movements became somewhat sluggish.

Lin Yuanzi, however, was struck as if by a heavy blow. He let out a muffled groan, blood flowing from his seven orifices, his face turning terrifying.

He forcibly controlled the black-robed puppet with his soul, connecting it to his mind and spirit, a connection even stronger than that with his natal magic weapon.

If the black-robed puppet is damaged, Lin Yuanzi's soul will also be injured.

The azure-white dragon looked at Zhou Lang and said coldly, "Junior, don't make a mistake!"

Zhou Lang's eyes showed increasing struggle, making it even harder for him to make a decision.

Although Lin Yuanzi was severely injured, he seemed to feel no pain or discomfort. His expression was as hard as iron as he stared at the blue-white dragon and said coldly, "Although my cultivation is low, it is not so easy for you to kill me, senior."

"Junior Brother Chen, go ahead and kill Zhou Lang, then come and help me!"

Chen Yuan gave Lin Yuanzi a deep look, then turned his head, gripped the Cangming Halberd tightly, and with a swift movement, charged towards Zhou Lang.

"Since you are determined to die, then I will send you on your way!"

Han Xuan suddenly opened his eyes, full of energy and showing no signs of weakness. He said loudly, "Junior Brother Chen, I'm here to help you!" With that, he raised his hand and made a hand seal. The Green Bamboo Flying Sword flew out from his sleeve, chiming clearly. He was about to set up a sword formation again.

Jiang Wangchen also flew over, holding a talisman to freeze the enemy, and shouted, "Junior brothers, let's attack together and finish this quickly!"

When Zhou Lang saw Chen Yuan and the other two coming together, and saw that although Lin Yuanzi was bleeding from all seven orifices, his face was normal and he seemed to still have strength left, he became even more frightened.

The crimson dragon he had transformed into retreated, shouting, "Can you guarantee that after this battle, you will keep your promise and allow me to break through my bottleneck by using the pure dragon energy in the True Dragon Cave?"

Chen Yuan secretly transmitted his voice and said, "Senior, you can rest assured. Although we are here for the True Dragon Cave, no matter how precious the treasures inside are, they will eventually belong to the Integration Elder."

"While we may have made contributions, it is only our duty. However, if we can win over the dragon tribes of this realm and have them serve our sect, that would be a great achievement."

“Since you are a cultivator at the Dragon Transformation Realm and a Supreme Elder of the Yingmang Tribe, and you have no grudges against our sect, as long as you are willing to lead your tribe to submit to our sect, I, Chen, can guarantee your safety.”

Zhou Lang's eyes lit up, and without further hesitation, he said loudly, "Please wait, gentlemen! I am willing to join forces with your sect to exterminate the demon race!"

Chen Yuan immediately stopped, raised his right hand, and Han Xuan and Zhou Lang also slowed down their escape.

Zhou Lang felt a sense of relief, turned around, and let out a long roar: "Elder Ying Mang, listen to my command! Our Dragon Clan originated from the Human Clan. We must no longer be enemies with our fellow humans. Quickly cease hostilities, join forces with our fellow humans, and together we will vanquish this demon!"

Minister Ying Mang, acting on Zhou Lang's orders, spared no effort in his fierce battle against the human race's transformed dragon beings. Upon hearing this, they were all at a loss.

Some elders immediately ceased fighting, and their opponents also tacitly stopped.

However, some elders were injured by their opponents after they stopped fighting.

While the elders were still hesitating, they were suddenly attacked by the demon general beside them and the dragon people from the two major tribes, and were in grave danger.

But Zhou Lang no longer cared about the elders' plight. He ignored Feng Zhihe, glanced at the blue-white dragon and Ao Pan, and then rushed towards Chu Weicai and Zhuang Buhui without hesitation, shouting, "Brother Chu, I'm here to help you!"

Zhou Lang couldn't afford to provoke the Azure-White Flood Dragon. Although Ao Pan was suppressed, he was still a descendant of a true spirit and had endless tricks up his sleeve. He was already seriously injured and shouldn't take any risks.

Feng Zhihe had a very close relationship with him in the past and had done him a great favor, so he could not afford to be his enemy.

Only Zhuang Buhui, with whom he had a lukewarm relationship and had even been enemies years ago, was the easiest target.

Moreover, Zhuang Buhui and Chu Weicai have a deep-seated grudge. By helping Chu Weicai, he can also take the opportunity to befriend him and perhaps gain an extra ally after the war.

Ao Pan's eyes darkened at the sight, but he was already in a sorry state blocking Lei Peng, let alone Zhou Lang.

Feng Zhihe fought back Zhou Muyun with all his might and said angrily, "Brother Zhou, have you forgotten the kindness you showed us back then?"

Zhou Lang remained silent, but his momentum did not diminish in the slightest.

In the face of life and death, what is the point of talking about gratitude?
He charged into the battle between Zhuang Buhui and Chu Weicai, spewing out a bright yellow flame that headed straight for the black dragon that Zhuang Buhui had transformed into.

Chu Weicai transformed into a blue dragon. Upon seeing this, a hint of disdain appeared in his dragon eyes, but he did not utter any sarcastic remarks. Instead, he joined the attack from the side and immediately suppressed Zhuang Buhui.

Zhuang Buhui was facing two opponents alone, which increased the pressure on him. However, he also knew that given the grudge between him and Chu Weicai, it was impossible for him to be accepted by the Tai Xuan Sect.

He could only do his best to resist, hoping that the blue-white dragon could break the black-robed puppet and reverse the situation.

Seeing that Zhou Lang and Zhuang Buhui were locked in combat and there was no turning back, Chen Yuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He immediately turned and flew towards Lin Yuanzi, sending a telepathic message to Han Xuan: "Senior brother, do you still have the strength to fight?"

Han Xuan glanced at the blue-white dragon, a hint of weariness flashing in his eyes: "My soul was severely injured, and my natal flying sword was also damaged. I was just bluffing."

"This split soul of the Cold Shadow Demon Saint can only be dealt with by my junior brother. I will go and lend Junior Brother Yuan a hand."

Having said that, he commanded his flying sword and flew towards Yuan Shuheng.

Chen Yuan then asked Jiang Wangchen, "Senior Brother, can you still use the immobilization talisman?"

Jiang Wangchen hesitated and said, "The immobilization talisman can be used again, but since the Cold Shadow Demon Saint's divided soul is residing in the Demon King's body, this talisman is probably useless against him..."

Chen Yuan frowned and replied telepathically, "Then please ask Senior Brother to also go and help Senior Brother Han and Senior Brother Yuan, so that Ao Pan does not escape."

Jiang Wangchen warned, "This Cold Shadow Demon Saint's divided soul is attached to the Demon King's body, and it is very different from the Heavenly Pillar Demon Saint's divided soul. Junior Brother, please be very careful."

Chen Yuan said, "I know what I'm doing, Senior Brother, don't worry."

Jiang Wangchen glanced again at Lin Yuanzi, who was bleeding from all seven orifices, his eyes filled with worry. But he still summoned the Mountain Lord's Seal of Suppressing Mountains, turned his body, and flew towards the azure dragon that Ao Pan had transformed into.

Chen Yuan flapped his wings, moving at incredible speed. The dragon-men and demon generals of the demon race along the way all gave way and dared not stop him.

Chen Yuan had already spared Zhou Lang, so he wouldn't pay any more attention to these demon generals and dragon people, heading straight for the Azure-White Flood Dragon.

Lin Yuanzi was firmly suppressed by the Azure-White Flood Dragon and was in imminent danger. Chen Yuan was afraid that he would not be able to hold on, so after killing the Heavenly Pillar Demon Saint's divided soul, he did not fight Zhou Lang, but persuaded him to turn against him and launch an attack, so as not to waste time.

The key to this battle lies solely in the split souls of the two saints; Zhou Lang and the other two are not to be feared.

These three cultivators at the Dragon Transformation Realm gathered with the demon race for personal gain, their relationship was superficial, and their lifespans were nearing their end; they would certainly not risk their lives for the demon race.

However, the Azure-White Flood Dragon was able to suppress the Void Refining Puppet, and its strength was even greater than that of the Heavenly Pillar Demon Saint's divided soul, making it the true enemy of the human race.

All that is needed is to destroy this wisp of the Cold Shadow Demon Saint's divided soul, and we can win this battle decisively.

Otherwise, even if Ao Pan, Zhong Ding, and three cultivators at the Dragon Transformation Realm are killed, the effort will still ultimately fail.

When the blue-white dragon saw Chen Yuan flying over, it stopped attacking, and the fierce icy storm subsided a bit.

Chen Yuan broke through the storm, and ice crystals and snowflakes, like knives and swords, swept past and landed on the Xuan Yin Armor. They were swallowed up by the demonic energy and remained unharmed.

He came to Lin Yuanzi's side, stopped abruptly, clasped his hands in a bow, and said, "Senior Brother Lin Yuanzi, I've come to help you!"

With the blue and white dragons ceasing their attack, Lin Yuanzi finally had a chance to catch his breath.

Blood flowed from his seven orifices, staining most of his face red, making him extremely terrifying; only his eyes shone like stars.

He remained motionless, merely nodding slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Junior brother, go all out. I still have the strength to fight."

Chen Yuan gripped the Cangming Halberd tightly, flapped his wings, and instantly teleported in front of the blue-white dragon, raising his hand to thrust out a halberd strike.

True essence surged forth, the three kinds of true spiritual power intertwined, and wisps of spatial cracks appeared around the halberd blade.

Facing the divided soul of the Demon Saint, Chen Yuan dared not be careless in the slightest.

The azure-white dragon swung its claws, covering them with a layer of frost mixed with a hint of azure, and easily blocked the halberd strike.

The immense power contained within the dragon's claws was too much for Chen Yuan to handle, sending him flying backwards for thousands of feet before finally stopping.

Lin Yuanzi's eyes narrowed, and he immediately commanded the black-robed puppet to rush forward, but the blue and white dragon did not pursue it and remained in place.

It swung its claws to repel the black-robed puppet, then stared at Chen Yuan and said in a cold voice, "You truly refuse to surrender? I never break my word. As long as you agree to serve me, I may spare your life." (End of Chapter)