Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

The moment the Cold Shadow Demon Saint's divided soul was incinerated by the Zhu Yan True Fire, the outcome of this battle was already decided.

Having lost the two Demon Saints' divided souls, and with Zhou Lang turning against them, the demon race had no chance of winning.

However, they did not immediately stop resisting. Ao Pan was not dead, and Zhuang Buhui and Feng Zhihe, two cultivators at the Dragon Transformation Realm, still had fighting power.

Those high-ranking demon generals were already determined, having fought against the army of cultivators from the spirit world on Tyrant Turtle Island, and would not easily submit.

They knew the value of their demon cores in the eyes of cultivators in the spirit realm, and they didn't believe Chen Yuan's attempts to persuade them to surrender.

The dragon people of the Yingtian and Yingmo tribes obeyed the orders of the Supreme Elder and dared not surrender on their own.

Some people did try to escape, but apart from a few demon generals and dragonmen who managed to flee, everyone else was entangled and unable to break free.

Chen Yuan was genuinely trying to persuade them to surrender. He had no shortage of high-level demon general cores, and as long as he killed Ao Pan, his path to Void Refinement would be unobstructed.

Although the demon race was doomed, the human race also suffered extremely heavy losses.

With Wei Changlin dead, Lin Yuanzi seriously injured, and Han Xuan and Jiang Wangchen greatly weakened, even with Yuan Shuheng joining forces, they were unable to defeat Ao Pan for the time being.

Chen Yuan slew two demon saints' divided souls in succession, looking majestic and awe-inspiring.

However, he first forcibly refined Ao Xuan's demon core and used the True Blood Sacrifice Technique, which depleted his true essence once again, leaving him almost at his limit.

Moreover, the blood of the Crimson Dragon and the blood of the Vermilion Bird have different origins. While the blood is transformed into firewood to enhance the blood of the Vermilion Bird, some residue will inevitably remain.

It must be expelled from the body as soon as possible, otherwise the two types of true blood will clash, damaging not only the physical body but also the foundation of the body.

But since the demon race had chosen to put up a stubborn resistance, Chen Yuan would not hold back. He immediately joined forces with Yuan Shuheng and the other two to kill Ao Pan first.

The True Blood Sacrifice Technique still retained some power. Chen Yuan threw a punch, and the Zhu Yan True Fire surged into Ao Pan's soul space. It was not loud, but it directly wiped out his soul, which was domineering and unparalleled.

Ao Pan was already suppressed by Yuan Shuheng and the other two, and was even more powerless to resist the Zhu Yan True Fire. His life force vanished instantly, and his golden dragon eyes were filled with disbelief, frustration and resentment.

Chen Yuan ignored Ao Pan's corpse and, while he still had the strength, charged towards the two high-level demon generals, throwing two punches.

The Zhu Yan True Fire surged forth, obliterating the demon souls of the two high-ranking demon generals. Their corpses transformed back into their original forms and fell to the ground.

The Tai Xuan Sect cultivators who were fighting the two high-level demon generals looked at Chen Yuan with awe, thanked him telepathically, and addressed him as "Senior Brother Chen," before turning their attention to attacking the other demon generals.

The True Blood Sacrifice Technique finally exhausted its power, and the Zhu Yan Dharma Image that enveloped Chen Yuan slowly dissipated. Chen Yuan's aura weakened, and he returned to the Nascent Soul realm.

Having lost the immense power of the Void Refinement Realm, the feeling that he could seemingly overturn the heavens and earth also dissipated, and Chen Yuan couldn't help but feel a sense of loss.

But he quickly suppressed the thought and took another Instant Essence Pill to restore 50% of his true essence.

Enduring the excruciating pain tearing through his meridians, Chen Yuan simultaneously activated three types of True Spirit Blood, his silver eyes and white hair sprouting wings, as he drew the Cangming Halberd, donned the Xuan Yin Armor, and charged towards the other high-ranking demon generals.

The war is not over yet; the demon race still has fighting power, and it is not time for them to rest.

We must press on and completely crush the demon race and the two major tribes in one fell swoop.

Yuan Shuheng also commanded Lei Peng to attack other demon generals. However, the Lei Crystal bestowed by Elder Yuan was not a weapon, which resulted in Lei Peng being somewhat weak.

However, the lightning power contained within is extremely pure, allowing Lei Peng to maintain it for a longer period of time.

Jiang Wangchen and Han Xuan had completely lost their fighting ability. They dragged their heavily injured bodies and fought endlessly, which made their injuries even worse. If they continued to fight, their foundations would be damaged.

Lin Yuanzi's vital energy had greatly declined, and he had already fallen into the Void Refinement stage. He closed his eyes to regulate his breathing and ignored external affairs.

But Chen Yuan and Yuan Shuheng were more than capable of dealing with those high-ranking demon generals.

Ao Pan's death completely crushed their fighting spirit, and they scattered and fled.

The disciples of the Tai Xuan Sect did their utmost to stop them. Each high-ranking demon general represented a high-ranking demon core, which could be refined into several pills. In addition, the demon materials on their bodies were also precious materials for refining weapons. They must not be allowed to escape.

The Wei family cultivators gritted their teeth and, sparing no effort, used their trump card to cut off their escape route, even at the cost of their own pure energy.

They wanted to avenge Wei Changlin and also use their demon cores and materials to make up for the losses.

Seeing Ao Pan die, Zhuang Buhui lost all will to fight and begged for mercy.

But Chu Weicai harbored deep resentment towards him, so naturally he wouldn't agree.

Zhou Lang was injured and had no past grudges with Zhuang Buhui, so he didn't want to continue fighting.

However, his defection at the last minute requires him to gain the trust of the human race.

Chu Weicai did not stop. He dared not overstep his bounds, lest Chen Yuan think that he still harbored ulterior motives.

Instead of stopping, he fought even harder, ignoring his injuries and relentlessly attacking.

Zhuang Buhui shouted at Chen Yuan, "Fellow Daoist Chen, I, Zhuang, am willing to surrender. I beg you to spare my life!"

In the face of life and death, all grudges and pride seem so insignificant.

Even knowing that Chen Yuan might not agree because of Chu Weicai, Zhuang Buhui still wanted to give it a try.

Chen Yuan swung his Cangming Halberd, severing the left fin of a manta ray demon general. He turned to Zhuang Buhui and said loudly, "I beg Senior Chu to show mercy."

Chu Weicai was unwilling to give up. The azure dragon he transformed into roared and continued its attack: "Fellow Daoist Chen, my Yingqian tribe and Yingmo tribe have a long-standing feud. Today, I must fight Zhuang Buhui to the death!"

However, upon hearing Chen Yuan's words, Zhou Lang immediately stopped and retreated to a distance.

Zhuang Buhui only needed to deal with Chu Weicai, which made things much easier. He was overjoyed and said urgently, "Brother Chu! In the past, I was in seclusion for many years and did not keep a close watch on my tribe, which led to the tribe members acting recklessly and thus incurring the wrath of your tribe. I beg your forgiveness."

"If Brother Chu can show leniency today, I, Zhuang, will certainly punish these people severely, offer generous gifts as an apology, and establish a lasting alliance with your esteemed department!"

Chen Yuan instructed the other cultivators to deal with the wounded manta ray demon general, then flew over and solemnly said, "I, Chen, always keep my word. I just said that those who surrender will not be killed. Does Senior intend for me to break my promise?"

Chu Weicai's eyes flickered, a hint of hesitation flashing in his dragon eyes. Finally, he stopped, staring intently at Zhuang Buhui, and said, word by word, "For Fellow Daoist Chen's sake, I will spare your life!"

Zhuang Buhui was overjoyed and immediately transformed into human form, bowing deeply to Chen Yuan and Chu Weicai: "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Chen and Brother Chu. I was misled by Ao Pan, abandoned my ancestral teachings, and became an enemy of my fellow human beings. I almost made a grave mistake and feel deeply ashamed."

"Today, I, Zhuang, will lead the entire Yingmo tribe to submit to the Taixuan Sect, obey Fellow Daoist Chen's commands, and never betray him!"

Having said that, he suddenly turned around and looked at Elder Yingmo, shouting, "People of Yingmo tribe, stop immediately! You must not continue to be enemies with our fellow humans!"

The dragon people of the Yingmo and Yingtian tribes, outnumbered and outmatched by the elders and human cultivators of the other three major tribes, have begun to suffer casualties.

At this moment, Zhuang Buhui ordered a surrender, and the dragon people of Yingmo were overjoyed, all of them pleading to surrender.

The cultivators from the Tai Xuan Sect and the Wei family had little interest in the dragon people to begin with, so they immediately turned their attention to besieging the demon general. Even if they couldn't get the demon core all to themselves, they could still get some demon materials and treasures.

The dragon people of Yingshan tribe also stopped fighting, but the dragon people of Yingqian tribe were bloodthirsty and unwilling to give up. Only under Chu Weicai's command did they reluctantly stop.

After defeating Zhou Muyun, Feng Zhihe shouted, "Fellow Daoist Chen, I, Feng, am also willing to surrender!"

Zhou Lang still remembered Feng Zhihe's kindness and pleaded for him: "Fellow Daoist Chen..."

"Anyone can surrender, except you!"

Before Zhou Lang could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a sharp shout.

Everyone turned to look, and saw that Han Xuan, who had been healing, suddenly opened his eyes and stared intently at Feng Zhihe.

He said coldly, "When you harmed the fellow Daoists of the Xuanji Sect that day, did you ever imagine that this day would come?"

"Since you have forgotten your origins and prefer to associate with demons, then today you shall join Ao Pan, Zhong Ding, and the like in the Netherworld!"

Feng Zhihe's eyes were gloomy as he looked at Chen Yuan again: "I, Feng, am willing to serve you as my master, my slave, and my servant. I urge you to reconsider..."

"No need for further words!" Chen Yuan interrupted him, cupping his hands in a gesture of respect to Han Xuan. "I am a disciple of Huayu Peak, and all matters are to be decided by Senior Brother Han." "If Senior Brother Han does not accept your surrender, I will naturally comply."

"What I said just now was indeed inappropriate. Your harm to my fellow cultivators in the Spirit Realm is an unforgivable crime. You cannot surrender!"

Feng Zhihe fell silent. Zhou Lang was secretly alarmed. He glanced at Han Xuan and dared not say another word.

In all the myriad realms, strength is paramount. Chen Yuan slew two demon saints' divided souls, and both believed that Chen Yuan was the one in charge among human cultivators.

Unexpectedly, Han Xuan, who was severely injured by Zhou Lang, held such a high position, and even Chen Yuan obeyed his orders.

Zhuang Buhui's eyes darted around, and he immediately bowed to Han Xuan and Chen Yuan, saying loudly, "I almost made a grave mistake, but fortunately Fellow Daoist Chen for his leniency. I have nothing to repay you with, so I offer you Feng Zhihe's head as a small compensation!"

Having said that, he transformed into a dragon once more, let out a long roar, and charged towards Feng Zhihe.

"Brother Zhou, I'm here to help you!"

Chu Weicai looked at him coldly, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes. He also clasped his hands in a salute to Han Xuan and Chen Yuan, saying, "I, Chu, will also lend Brother Zhou a hand."

He transformed into a blue dragon and soared into the sky. With the three Dragon Transformation Realm cultivators joining forces, Feng Zhihe immediately fell into a disadvantageous position and was in grave danger.

Zhou Lang looked troubled, but gritted his teeth and said, "I, Zhou, will also lend a hand to the three of you!"

Chen Yuan said calmly, "Senior Zhou's injuries are quite serious and cannot be delayed. He should recuperate first to avoid aggravating his injuries."

Zhou Lang breathed a sigh of relief and immediately agreed.

He glanced at Feng Zhihe, a hint of guilt flashing in his eyes, which he quickly concealed.

After giving a few instructions to the elders of the Yingmo clan, asking them to assist the human cultivators in besieging the demon general and the dragon people of the Yingtian tribe, Zhou Lang descended into the light of his escape, took some pills, and sat down to meditate and heal his injuries.

After Zhuang Buhui surrendered, the demon race's defeat was irreversible.

Feng Zhihe was no match for the three and ultimately died at the hands of Zhuang Buhui, who was the most zealous among them.

With victory secured, Chu Weicai and Zhou Muyun, not wanting to deplete their own resources, both held back.

However, since Zhuang Buhui had just surrendered, Chu Weicai still regarded him as a thorn in his side. He dared not be stingy with his life essence and was willing to sacrifice his lifespan to show his repentance.

The remaining demon generals and the dragon people of Yingtian tribe were also completely defeated under the siege of the crowd.

Even Feng Zhihe surrendered, and all the dragon people of Yingtian tribe lost their will to fight. Except for a few who fought to the death, the rest surrendered one after another.

However, Han Xuan refused to accept Feng Zhihe's surrender, and he would not allow these elders of the Yingtian tribe to live.

In their desperation, they could only fight to the death, but they were outnumbered and died one after another.

Those remaining demon generals were much more tenacious; even after Chen Yuan tried to persuade them to surrender again, few of them begged for mercy.

After capturing human cultivators, the demon race would use them as slaves.

Humans who capture demons will not kill them all to refine pills.

Those with strong bloodlines and those that are obedient and docile will be taken in as spirit beasts for use.

These demon generals refused to surrender even at the cost of their lives, and the human side showed no mercy. In the end, only four demon generals who were afraid of death survived.

They had all been placed under the control of the Tai Xuan Sect cultivators, their lives and deaths were now firmly in their grasp, leaving them no possibility of betrayal.

Two hours later, the deepest part of the Wanyan Mountains finally quieted down. Corpses were scattered everywhere, and blood flowed like rivers. The scorching fire poison could not burn them away.

This is the blood of a dragonman from the Cloud Soaring Realm and a high-ranking demon general. It contains both dragon energy and demon energy, making it an extraordinary substance. Even low-ranking cultivators would consider it a precious spiritual material.

Under Han Xuan's instructions, everyone cleaned up the battlefield, collected mustard seed rings, demon cores, demon materials, and other items, and prepared the corpses for burial.

Several Nascent Soul cultivators unfortunately died in battle, but fortunately, their bodies were well preserved thanks to the protection of magical treasures.

The Wei family cultivator, his face filled with grief, put away Wei Changlin's mustard seed ring.

His body had already turned to ashes under those two beams of gray-white divine light and scattered with the wind.

Chen Yuan and the others, along with four cultivators at the Dragon Transformation Realm, arrived at Lin Yuanzi's side. After a short period of rest, Han Xuan, Jiang Wangchen, and Zhou Lang's injuries had stabilized.

Within Chen Yuan's dantian, the illusory image of Zhu Yan's true spirit was half white and half red, still retaining the blood of the Crimson Heaven True Dragon.

However, the blood of the true spirit cannot be expelled in a short time; it will take at least several days. Chen Yuan suppressed it for the time being, and it did not cause any problems.

Lin Yuanzi kept his eyes closed and regulated his breathing, but his vital energy continued to decline, like a candle flickering in the wind, which could be extinguished at any moment.

Besides the group, an elderly man with white hair and beard also gathered around and said with concern, "This is not a place to heal. Junior brother, you should return to the great formation and recuperate properly."

The old man's name was Xue Huai Ren, a cultivator from the Lan Yue Peak lineage. He was quite powerful and had killed a high-ranking demon general in this battle.

He was very old and highly respected, and his status among the true disciples of Lanyue Peak was second only to Lin Yuanzi.

At this moment, Lin Yuanzi was seriously injured, so Xue Huai Ren stepped forward and temporarily took charge of the Lan Yue Peak lineage.

Lin Yuanzi slowly opened his eyes, his gaze dim, like two flickering lights in the dark, only able to emit the faintest light.

He glanced at everyone, paused on Chen Yuan, and said apologetically, "Thanks to Junior Brother Chen, we were able to achieve a great victory today."

“I once doubted my junior brother’s identity, I hope you will forgive me.”

Chen Yuan said, "Senior brother, you flatter me. As a disciple of the sect, I should do my utmost to exterminate the demon race."

Lin Yuanzi nodded slightly, slowly raised his hands, and bowed to the old man: "My life is hanging by a thread. From this day forward, all disciples of Lanyue Peak shall obey my senior brother's orders and shall not disobey."

The old man's expression changed: "Junior brother, what are you saying?"

Jiang Wangchen said, "Although Senior Brother's injuries are severe, he will recover easily with timely care..."

Lin Yuanzi smiled calmly: "Junior Brother Jiang, you may not know this, but the pill I take is called the Soul Burning Pill. It can greatly enhance the power of the soul and allow me to use the Void Refining Puppet to fight enemies, but the backlash is also extremely severe."

"That Cold Shadow Demon Saint's divided soul possessed the Demon King's body, making him too powerful."

"I tried my best to fight him, but my spiritual power was almost exhausted. I am doomed to die, and I may not even be able to reincarnate."

The old man's face showed sorrow: "Junior brother..."

"Senior brother, please hear me out," Lin Yuanzi said. "When Elder Su descends upon this realm in the future, I request that Senior Brother Xue truthfully report today's battle."

"And I'll hand over my Mustard Seed Ring to my few good-for-nothing disciples..."

He gave detailed instructions, his vital energy waning further. The old man agreed to each instruction, his face growing increasingly sorrowful.

During this time, Han Xuan sent a telepathic message to the cultivators of the Tai Xuan Sect, who gathered here.

The disciples of Lanyue Peak looked at Lin Yuanzi with sorrowful expressions.

"Thank you very much, Senior Brother..."

Lin Yuanzi's voice gradually faded, his eyes half-closed, his life force dissipating, and a smile remained on his lips, half carefree and half regretful.

Han Xuan sighed deeply and bowed deeply: "Respectfully seeing off Senior Brother Lin Yuanzi!"

Jiang Wangchen, Yuan Shuheng, and the other cultivators of the Tai Xuan Sect clasped their fists and bowed in unison: "Respectfully seeing off Senior Brother (Junior Brother) Lin Yuanzi!"

Chen Yuan remained silent for a moment, then slowly raised his hands, clasped them together in a bow, and said in a deep voice, "Respectfully bidding farewell... to Senior Brother Lin Yuanzi!" (End of this chapter)