Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed, and he replied in a voice transmission: "I appreciate your kindness, but I came to Jueling Island this time to look for a treasure. I don't have time to split myself, so I'm afraid I can't cooperate with you."

The yellow-haired old man smiled and said, "Don't worry, fellow Daoist. The treasure that Zong is looking for is not in the secret realm, but in the Demonic Plain. It should not delay your business."

"Oh? Is this true?" Chen Yuan seemed to be somewhat interested, and his voice transmission revealed a bit of curiosity, "Fellow Daoist Zong, can you tell me more details? I wonder what kind of treasures there are in the Demonic Origin that would make you interested?"

The yellow-haired old man's voice became even lower, revealing a bit of mystery: "Fellow Daoist Chen, do you know that 10,000 years ago, when the Absolute Spirit Island first appeared in the world, although the Demonic Plain was also a turbid place, it was far from being filled with demonic energy and rampant monsters like it is today..."

Chen Yuan frowned: "What do you mean by this, fellow Daoist?"

The yellow-haired old man smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, fellow Daoist. Let me tell you in detail. After I formed my infant, I became quite interested in Jueling Island and paid attention to all the rumors about it."

"Hard work pays off. I accidentally got a jade slip left by the Wentian Sect and found that this demon is not simple. It is very likely that it was infected by external forces and became what it is today."

"External force invasion..." Chen Yuan's eyes flashed, and he suddenly thought of the Demon Realm.

When he entered the Demon Realm, he discovered that the Demon Realm and the Demon Origin had many similarities. Both were filled with demonic energy, but the demonic energy in the Demon Realm was purer, and even contained true demonic energy.

The demonic energy in the Demonic Source is much thinner, and although the monsters have no intelligence, they are not as ferocious as the monsters in the Demonic Realm.

Could it be that this demon source is also related to the ancient demon?
The yellow-haired old man said, "Yes, it was the external force that invaded. I concentrated on investigating the matter of the devil's origin, and later I gained something and found two things."

"It proves that there are probably relics left by ancient monks deep in the Demonic Plains, and there are probably many treasures hidden in them..."

He paused, his voice revealing a bit of excitement: "The ancient monks were able to create a giant floating island like Jueling Island, and they had the means to reach the sky. How precious must the treasures they left behind be? Are you interested, fellow Taoist?"

Chen Yuan pondered for a moment and replied, "What are those two things that Daoist friend got?"

The yellow-haired old man smiled and said, "There are too many people here to see it, so it is inconvenient to show it to everyone. If you are willing to join hands with me to search for it, I will ask you to take a look after we enter the Demonic Plain."

Chen Yuan frowned: "Fellow Daoist Zong, are you so sure that I will agree to your proposal?"

The yellow-haired old man chuckled and said, "Whether Daoyou agrees or not, I am not sure, but I don't know much about Daoyou."

“But Daoyou was only a mid-stage Jindan cultivator a hundred years ago, yet you dared to offend the three demon kings and Zhenhai Sect.”

"Now that fellow Daoist has formed a Nascent Soul, his progress is so fast that it is rare in the world. Even the Kunyu clan does not take him seriously."

"I think you must have a courageous and diligent heart, and strive to be the first in everything, so that you can make rapid progress on the road of cultivation."

"I am now placing an opportunity before you, you should not let it slip away."

"With the strength you possessed in killing the Kuntong Demon King, you don't have to worry about what I might do."

"If you don't want to join forces with me after seeing those two things, it won't be too late to go your separate ways."

Chen Yuan said calmly: "Since Fellow Daoist Zong knows about this, aren't you afraid that I will snatch your opportunity?"

The yellow-haired old man smiled and said, "Although I am not very strong, I still have several ways to save my life. I dare not say that I can compete with you, but I am confident that I can escape unscathed."

Chen Yuan fell silent for a while before replying, "Well, since Fellow Daoist Zong has said so, if I don't agree, it would seem like I am being coy."

"If there are indeed ancient cultivators' remains deep in the Demonic Plain, I will certainly not miss them. But I don't know how I can reunite with fellow Taoists after entering the Demonic Plain?"

The yellow-haired old man was refreshed and immediately replied: "This matter is simple. In the southeast of Demon Plain, there is a lake with a strange shape. It is thirty miles in radius and looks like a crescent moon."

"I have a map of the Demonic Origin with this place marked on it. Fellow Daoist Chen, it won't be hard to find it by following the map. You and I can just meet up there."

Chen Yuan pondered for a moment and said, "Your method is still a bit troublesome... I have a method that can roughly determine your location, but it requires leaving a mark in your body."

"After entering the Demonic Plain, Daoist friend, please stay where you are and don't move. I will find you. How do you think?"

The yellow-haired old man's expression changed slightly: "This..."

Chen Yuan smiled and said, "Don't worry, I have no ill intentions. It's just a mark. You can erase it at any time."

"My cultivation level is the same as yours, and I am practicing physical cultivation, not magical skills."

"Could it be that you are worried that I can harm you with just one mark?"

The yellow-haired old man laughed dryly and said, "Of course I trust you, but there are too many people here and you have offended the Zhenhai Sect and the Kunyu Clan."

"If Zong and Daoyou get too close, he will inevitably bear a grudge against me, and the treasure hunt will also be affected. I am afraid that I will not be able to leave a mark on Daoyou..."

Chen Yuan said calmly: "This is easy. As long as my fellow Taoist and I enter Tongtian Palace at the latest and avoid everyone, it will be fine."

The yellow-haired old man was stunned, his eyes changed, and hesitant expression appeared on his face. After a long time, he replied: "Then I will trouble you..."

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After a few more hours, the hazy fog covering the edge of the bluestone square slowly dissipated, revealing the true face of Jueling Island.

Everyone turned around and saw many human cultivators and monsters who were entering Jueling Island for the first time, with curiosity in their eyes. But they were soon disappointed, as what appeared before their eyes was a large area of ​​ruins.

Collapsed mountains, dilapidated halls, ruined attics, dried-up rivers, and in the distance an endless plain, desolate and silent, filled with a layer of faint black mist.

These cultivators were all extremely surprised. Jueling Island was the most precious land in Yuqing Sea. It was said to have countless natural treasures, but it was in a dilapidated state.

However, many cultivators had already heard about the situation inside Jueling Island. They looked calm, but were a little surprised in their hearts.

They knew that Jueling Island was in ruins, but they didn't expect it to be so ruined.

Chen Yuan looked at this familiar scene with a calm expression and deep eyes.

At this time, the door of Tongtian Palace, which had been tightly closed, slowly opened, revealing the deep and dark hall behind it.

All the cultivators and monsters withdrew their gazes and looked towards Tongtian Palace.

Kunhai stood up suddenly, turned his head to look at Chen Yuan, sneered, and strode quickly across half of the bluestone square and walked up the stone steps.

Patriarch Kuixing stood up on his own and walked towards the main hall.

Elder Gu clasped his fists and bowed to Lay Buddhist Qing Liu: "Brother Qing Liu, please."

Mr. Qingliu ignored him, put away the book, and said to Chen Yuan: "Fellow Daoist Chen, I will go ahead."

Chen Yuan nodded, still sitting cross-legged, as steady as a rock.

Elder Gu glanced at Chen Yuan, smiled slightly, and walked up the stone steps together with Yang Liqian and Patriarch Yuntian.

Ao Fang, the charming woman and Zhang Chao followed closely behind. The yellow-haired old man also stood up and followed, but his steps were very slow and he fell behind at the end.

As for those Jindan cultivators and monsters that had not yet transformed, they all stayed where they were, not daring to compete with the Demon King's Nascent Soul.

Soon, a group of Nascent Soul cultivators walked into the hall one after another.

It was not until then that Chen Yuan stood up and walked slowly up the stone steps, his figure swallowed up by the depth of Tongtian Palace.

The hall was dark. Thousands of bronze candles, about half a person's height and as thick as a child's arm, were scattered throughout the hall, but the oil in the lamps had long since dried up.

Deep in the hall, there are two stone platforms ten feet in size, on which are engraved two magic arrays. Intricate lines crisscross each other, flashing with a faint spiritual light.

The yellow-haired old man was standing beside one of the stone platforms. When he saw Chen Yuan coming in, he hesitated and asked, "How do you want to leave your mark, fellow Daoist?"

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed, his black hair slowly turned snow-white, and Zhuyan True Fire rose from his hands.

The yellow-haired old man was stunned. Chen Yuan had already come within ten feet of him. He smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Zong, please do not resist..."

As he spoke, his mind moved, and a wisp of Zhuyan True Fire quietly flowed into the yellow-haired old man's soul space.

The yellow-haired old man was startled and subconsciously wanted to use his magical powers to extinguish the white flame, but facing Chen Yuan's slightly cold eyes, he forced himself to suppress this impulse.

The next moment, the white flame slowly condensed and turned into a fist-sized flaming lotus, slowly floating in his soul space.

The yellow-haired old man spread out his spiritual sense and scanned the flame mark carefully, but there was nothing unusual, as if the flame lotus did not exist at all.

Chen Yuan smiled slightly, the Zhuyan True Fire in his hands disappeared, and his white hair turned back to black: "Okay, fellow Taoist, you can enter the Demonic Plain now."

The yellow-haired old man's consciousness was always paying attention to the flaming lotus. He was confused and uncertain in his heart, but he forced a smile and said, "Zong will go ahead. Please meet up with Zong as soon as possible, otherwise something might happen."

Chen Yuan nodded slightly, and the yellow-haired old man walked up to the stone platform on the right. A white light flashed, and his figure disappeared.

Chen Yuan pondered for a moment, then suddenly turned around, walked onto another stone platform, and injected his true energy, but the teleportation array did not respond at all.

He shook his head slightly and walked down the stone platform. This teleportation array led to the Ice and Fire Realm, and indeed, Nascent Soul cultivators could not use it.

Chen Yuan walked onto the stone platform on the right, injected his true energy, and a white light enveloped him. The next moment, his figure disappeared.

The familiar force of space compression surged, much stronger than when using the Tongtian Order.

A slight feeling of dizziness came over him, and the white light was blinding in front of his eyes. Chen Yuan subconsciously closed his eyes.

When the feeling of dizziness disappeared and I opened my eyes again, I saw an endless wasteland in front of me, filled with a faint black mist, like a layer of veil covering the earth, not very thick, but extremely obvious, covering everything with a layer of light black, giving people a feeling of depression and heaviness.

With a flash of light, Chen Yuan flew into the sky, spread out his spiritual sense, and took in all the scenes within two hundred miles around him.

Affected by the demonic energy, the detection range of the divine sense was reduced by one third.

Chen Yuan didn't care. He closed his eyes slightly, feeling the vague fire lotus mark, and flew northwest. (End of this chapter)