Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

The sky shattered like glass, with colorful mist surging from the cracks, creating a hazy and fantastical scene that spread and permeated the world.

Xuan Chenzi smiled at Chen Yuan, a hint of affection in his eyes, before his figure was slowly swallowed by the seven-colored mist.

Chen Yuan's vision blurred for a moment, and when he came to his senses, the scenery before him had changed drastically.

He seemed to be held in someone's arms, lying on his back, and could only see a chaotic sky with all sorts of strange magical artifacts flying towards him.

Furthermore, golden light and heavenly fire, wind, thunder, rain and snow transformed by supernatural powers attacked from all directions, and the sound of howling wind filled one's ears.

Chen Yuan was startled and was about to do something when he found that he couldn't control his body at all.

"Wow……"

Chen Yuan heard a crying sound, which turned out to be his own.

A stunningly beautiful face suddenly came into view, her eyes brimming with tears and filled with tenderness. She gently stroked Chen Yuan's face and murmured, "Xuan'er, Mother is so sorry..."

Chen Yuan wanted to speak, but he couldn't open his mouth. He could only watch as the stunningly beautiful woman leaned down and gently pressed her red lips to his forehead.

As Chen Yuan felt the soft sensation on his forehead, his heart filled with even more doubt and uncertainty.

A deep, righteous voice rang out: "Li Duchuan! For this vixen and her bastard child, you have defied the world and betrayed your sect! Everyone has the right to kill you!"

A clear laugh rang out: "If one cannot stay with their beloved and explore the Great Dao together, what is the point of cultivating immortality?"

"Enough with the nonsense, let's see who's the real deal! Even if I die, I'll drag you all down with me!"

Chen Yuan's heart skipped a beat; the owner of that clear laughter must be Li Xuan's biological father.

Therefore, the beautiful woman holding him is Li Xuan's birth mother, Ao Xuan, and he is currently possessing Li Xuan's body as an infant.

He had clearly helped Xuan Chenzi force back the golden-armored giant and the black-robed elder, so why did he still enter the cycle of reincarnation, even going back to his infancy, unable to control his body?
Chen Yuan was puzzled, but the battle between Li Duchuan, Ao Xuan, and the Nascent Soul cultivators from various sects did not stop.

However, Chen Yuan was held in Ao Xuan's arms, which limited his view and prevented him from seeing the battle. He could only hear Li Duchuan and his opponents shouting and cursing, and screams of pain coming from time to time.

But Li Duchuan's voice was full of energy, so he should not be injured.

While Li Duchuan and Ao Xuan were fighting, they never stopped flying away.

The sound of the gale in Chen Yuan's ears grew more and more intense, but under the protection of a layer of true essence, it did not harm the body.

During this time, Chen Yuan was unable to control this body. When the baby woke up, he woke up; when the baby fell asleep, he fell asleep.

During her intermittent slumber, the sky turned from white to black and then from black to white, a full three days and three nights passed. Suddenly, Ao Xuan descended in a beam of light and arrived at the top of a mountain.

Another handsome young man took the baby, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, his features revealing a fierce edge, but at this moment his face was full of affection as he reached out to tease the baby.

The body emitted laughter, and the young man's expression grew increasingly loving, yet his eyes revealed a deep sorrow.

"Xuan'er, forgive your father for not being able to be there for you as you grow up..."

He handed the baby to Ao Xuan: "My wife, you've worked hard. Xuan'er's golden dragon bloodline must not be exposed."

Ao Xuan took the baby, bit her tongue, and spat out a mouthful of blood essence, which turned into a cloud of blood mist.

She raised her hand and formed a hand seal, and the blood mist slowly condensed into the shape of a dragon, which flew into the baby's body.

Ao Xuan's face turned ashen. She handed the baby to a young man and said solemnly, "Qin Rui, I'm entrusting Xuan'er to you. We'll lure those thieves away."

The young man took the baby, his face full of sorrow: "Master, Mistress, rest assured, your disciple will take good care of Junior Brother and will never let him fall into the hands of those thieves!"

Having said that, he held the baby in one arm, bowed three times to Li Duchuan with the other, and then vanished into the sky in a flash of light.

Before long, Chen Yuan felt a wave of fatigue wash over him and fell asleep again.

When he woke up, he didn't know where he was lying. In front of him was a dilapidated roof with rain dripping down.

But just as the rain was about to fall on the baby, it was blocked by an invisible protective shield and slid aside.

A surge of hunger overwhelmed the baby, and a loud cry rang out.

After a while, an old man's face came into view. His thin face was covered with wrinkles and grime, and his cloudy eyes showed kindness and pity as he murmured, "Poor child..."

His clothes were tattered and patched. He stretched out a withered hand and picked up a jade pendant and a piece of paper from the baby's chest, examining them over and over.

The jade pendant is crystal clear and delicate, engraved with a dragon with pale gold eyes, lifelike, and next to it is a beautiful and elegant character "萱" (Xuan).

The old man sighed, put the jade pendant into his bosom, picked up the baby, and murmured, "Such a handsome child, how could he have such heartless parents? You will stay with me..."

He carried the baby back to a simple shack, found an old but very clean white cloth, and covered the baby's face with it.

"You're too handsome; you can't let others see what you look like."

The old man took out a jade pendant from his pocket, looked at it from left to right, then looked at the baby, and sighed, "Baby, don't blame me, I have no money, so I can only pawn this jade pendant to support you."

"Your parents are so heartless, they won't come looking for you anymore. There's no point in keeping them around..."

He covered the baby with a tattered quilt, turned around and walked out of the shack. Chen Yuan felt a wave of drowsiness wash over him and fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, the old man had already returned, clutching a money bag tightly in his hand.

He put down his money pouch, picked up the baby, gently rocked him, and smiled, revealing his nearly missing teeth. "Baby," he said, "I had the pawnshop clerk check it. The writing on that paper was originally Li Xuan, which must have been the name your parents gave you. I won't change it..."

Spring turned to winter, and Li Xuan grew up with many stumbles under the care of the old man, his appearance becoming increasingly handsome.

Chen Yuan was unable to control his body or speak.

He was like an observer residing in Li Xuan's body, silently watching everything that happened before him through Li Xuan's eyes, feeling Li Xuan's joys and sorrows.

The old man was a beggar, nameless and faceless, so Li Xuan could only follow him to beg on the street. To avoid trouble, he always covered his face with a white cloth.

In the winter when Li Xuan was six years old, the old beggar caught a cold and fell asleep during a long night, never to wake up again.

Li Xuan took out all the copper coins the old beggar had saved before his death, and begged a beggar he knew to pool some money together. He bought a straw mat, wrapped the old beggar's body in it, and then hired a large cart to take it to the mass grave outside Qingyang City, where he buried it haphazardly.

He returned to the city and continued begging on the streets, struggling to make ends meet.

One summer when he was nine, Li Xuan secretly went to the well to bathe late at night, but was seen by Zhang San who happened to be passing by. Zhang San grabbed him and sold him to the Liu family.

Looking at the lewd gleam emanating from Young Master Liu in front of him, and sensing the panic and fear rising in Li Xuan's heart, Chen Yuan couldn't help but feel a surge of hatred as well.

But Young Master Liu did not touch Li Xuan; he simply had a maid take him away and settle him in.

Li Xuan lay on the soft couch, but he couldn't sleep at all. He tossed and turned and spent the night in panic.

The next day at noon, Steward Chai brought over a bowl of meat soup. Some of the meat slices tasted particularly delicious, making him feel warm and cozy.

The month of good times passed quickly, and Li Xuan's fear slowly dissipated. However, Liu Gongzi gave him to Yin Ziming, who happened to witness it and took Li Xuan away.

During the days he was imprisoned in the Wooden Dummy Courtyard, Li Xuan was under constant surveillance by Yin Tie, and he was even more terrified than when he was in the Liu Mansion. He grew to hate those who treated him like merchandise, buying and selling him at will. A few days later, Yang Lin led four burly men to escort Li Xuan deep into the Southern Wilderness. They trekked a long way through the desolate jungle and arrived at Jade Screen Mountain.

"What a handsome young man, it's just a pity he's still a mortal... Hmm, a Heavenly Spiritual Root? Guo Tu, take him away and teach him the 'Sharp Metal Technique' and cultivation pills, so he can cultivate properly..."

Ten years later, Li Xuan successfully established his foundation and became Yu Yan's furnace, but he was unaffected by Yu Yan's charm.

Li Xuan was no longer the beggar he once was. Having experienced deceit and witnessed the madness of Yu Yan's concubine, he had become extremely cautious.

He dared not reveal his true feelings, feigning infatuation with Yu Yan while secretly working hard to cultivate and improve his cultivation level.

A year later, Xuan Chenzi descended from the sky, killed Yu Yan, discovered Li Xuan's unusual behavior, and took him as his disciple.

On their way back to their cave, Xuan Chenzi brought Li Xuan to Qingyang City, where he instructed Li Xuan to sever his ties with the mortal world.

Li Xuan never let go of his hatred for Yin Baiying, Yin Ziming, and others, and killed them all.

Master Liu tried to stop him, but was stopped by Xuan Chenzi and dared not act rashly.

After venting his anger, Li Xuan went to the mass grave to pay respects to the old beggar, and then followed Xuan Chenzi to the valley to cultivate in seclusion.

More than two hundred years later, when he had reached the mid-stage of Core Formation, the golden-armored giant and the black-robed old man suddenly came to his door.

"Leave immediately! This talisman is damaged and needs constant maintenance. I cannot leave now. Wait until you have achieved sufficient cultivation before avenging me!"

"Master, your disciple Li Xuan swears that one day he will slaughter the entire Desolate Valley and all those sects to avenge his parents and master!"

Li Xuan wept bitterly, looked up to the sky and roared, bowed deeply, and resolutely fled into the distance.

……

Two hundred years later, the Hundred-Jiang Master looked at the handsome young man before him in horror and cried out, "Fellow Daoist Li, spare my life! I am willing to be your slave and servant, to serve you at your side..."

He was left with only an extremely illusory nascent soul, which was held in the hand of the handsome young man.

Behind the young man, corpses lay strewn across the field, the mountain gate had collapsed, black smoke billowed, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was in a state of chaos; not a single survivor remained.

The young man stared at the Nascent Soul of the Hundred Zombies Master, grinned, and revealed his gleaming white teeth: "When you killed my master back then, did you show any mercy?"

"Today I will make you watch as I annihilate the entire Flying Zombie Sect and avenge my master!"

With that, he squeezed hard, and the Nascent Soul of the Hundred-Zombie Master exploded!

The young man descended into the light of his escape, and a day later, a mound of skulls was erected on the main peak of the Flying Zombie Sect's mountain gate.

He knelt down facing east, kowtowed three times, tears streaming down his face, and murmured, "Master, your disciple has avenged you!"

……

A thousand years later, deep in the Southern Wilderness, in the Desolate Valley, a sacred land of the demon race.

One hundred thousand demons stood ready, while dozens of demon generals surrounded a golden-haired old man in the sky, like stars surrounding the moon.

The blond old man was burly and exuded a powerful demonic aura, clearly a demon general. However, his expression was gloomy as he stared intently at the figure in front of the formation through a thick golden array.

This man was dressed in a Taoist robe, tall and handsome, in his early twenties, and though he was alone, his aura overwhelmed all the demons opposite him.

The blond elder said, "Li Xuan, you also have the blood of the Golden Dragon Saint Clan flowing through your veins, why do you fight among your own kind?"

"Come back. I was deeply saddened by Xuan'er's death back then, and I have been secretly seeking revenge for her."

"As long as you are willing to come back, I will immediately relinquish my position as clan leader and let you take charge of the Wild Wave Valley."

"All demons will obey your command, sweep across Yuzhou, and establish an eternal hegemony!"

The young man in the Taoist robe said coldly, "I have already avenged my mother. All the cultivators who participated in the attack on my father and mother were wiped out. Now it's my master's turn to avenge him."

The blond old man frowned: "Ao Ling and Master Bai Jiang's attack on our master was his own decision, and has nothing to do with Huanglan Valley."

"Besides, you killed him four hundred years ago, why must you be so determined to exterminate him?"

The young man in the Taoist robe said, word by word, "My master's kindness to me was like giving me a second life. His death can only be washed away with the blood of the entire demon race of the Desolate Valley!"

Having said that, he transformed into a golden dragon, let out a long roar, and charged towards the Great Array of the Desolate Valley!
……

Two thousand years later, on a high platform, the ground was engraved with intricate spiritual patterns, and array flags were planted all around, making it heavily guarded. A burly man sat cross-legged on the platform, closing his eyes to meditate.

Suddenly, the array lit up, and a handsome young man appeared on the high platform.

The armored guards around him looked over warily. The burly man stood up, looked him up and down, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

He clasped his hands in a bow and said, "Welcome, fellow Daoist, to the Martial Hidden Realm. May I ask your esteemed name and from which realm did you ascend?"

The handsome young man returned the greeting with clasped hands and said in a deep voice, "I am Li Xuan, and I ascended from the Mi Yuan Realm!"

……

Two hundred thousand years later, atop a towering peak, spiritual mists surged, celestial birds and mythical beasts roamed, and bright lanterns shone, creating a magnificent spectacle.

Li Xuan sat upright on the high platform, and tens of thousands of cultivators bowed down in unison, shouting like a tidal wave: "Congratulations to True Person Xuan Li on advancing to the Great Ascension stage!"

……

Three hundred thousand years later, on a stone island surrounded by a sea of ​​lava, heavenly fire descended, and the air was filled with the intense essence of flames.

A hundred-foot-long crimson dragon lay on the ground, barely alive, its golden eyes filled with fear as it stared at Li Xuan before it.

Beside him was a colossal dragon, its head and tail unseen, now utterly lifeless.

Li Xuan's clothes were tattered, his energy was weak, and he had lost an arm and a leg. His body was covered in a layer of Crimson Heaven True Fire, which was constantly eroding his life force.

But he didn't care at all and laughed loudly: "Today, as long as I possess your body, I can transform into a true dragon, no longer be bound by bloodline, and ascend to the immortal realm in the near future!"

……

Ten thousand years later, in a blessed land.

Li Xuan stood beside a bronze pond about ten feet in size, filled with crimson spiritual liquid.

Beside the bronze pool stands a thatched hut.

Li Xuan gazed at the jade pool, his expression complex, and sighed, "The path to ascension is extremely perilous; it's still necessary to leave a contingency plan..."

He flipped his hand and took out a three-foot-long coral, its entire body jade white, surrounded by a faint seven-colored mist, mysterious and fantastical; just one glance would be enough to captivate one.

Li Xuan raised his hand and made a hand seal. A phantom red dragon flew out from his body, merged into the coral, and then turned around and went into the thatched hut, placing it on the table.

His figure slowly dissipated, leaving only a jade-white coral, silently exhaling and exhaling seven-colored mist. (End of Chapter)