Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

The Demonic Plain is vast and boundless, and the fluctuations from the Fire Refining Mark are quite erratic. The yellow-haired old man is at least ten thousand miles away.

Moreover, the location where the fluctuations came from was constantly changing. The yellow-haired old man did not follow Chen Yuan's advice and stay where he was, but flew all the way north.

Chen Yuan smiled. He was not surprised at all and was not in a hurry at all. He fled slowly, but his spiritual sense swept across the earth, looking for something.

A group of low-level demonic birds pounced on Chen Yuan, and he killed a few of them with ease. The remaining demonic birds scattered and fled in all directions.

Although the monsters in this magic land have no intelligence, they are smarter than the monsters in the Donghua Continent's magic realm. They know how to seek benefits and avoid harm, and will not blindly seek death.

But there are countless low-level monsters in the Demonic Plain, and they are hard to kill.

Chen Yuan fled for more than three thousand miles and drove away more than twenty groups of demonic birds. Suddenly, he saw a golden light rising into the sky in the distance.

His eyes lit up and he immediately slowed down his speed, turned his body and flew towards the golden light column.

Soon, a stone platform came into view. It was made of white boulders about ten feet in size. Its surface was as smooth as jade. It was wide at the bottom and narrow at the top. There was a platform on the top, about three feet in size.

There are jade-carved railings all around, which are very conspicuous in the black and gray demonic aura.

Not only that, within a hundred feet around the stone platform, there was no invasion of demonic energy, as if there was an invisible wall that kept the demonic energy out.

This wall extends infinitely upwards, reaching the sky. Therefore, within a hundred feet of the stone platform, the sky is clear, the blue sky is crystal clear, and there are golden lights. It is the only place of light in this dark and depressing wasteland.

This is the altar for sacrificing magic cores. As long as you accumulate enough magic cores, you can sacrifice through the stone platform and complete the trial.

No one knows where the sacrificed magic core has gone.

Chen Yuan descended his escape light and landed on the altar.

There was a teleportation array carved on the altar, about ten feet in size, recessed into the stone platform. The complex grooves and lines were hard and sharp, probably made by some extremely sharp magic weapon.

He raised his sleeve and a pitch-black magic core appeared in front of him, emitting a strong demonic aura.

This magic core came from a level seven monster. There were dozens of similar magic cores in Chen Yuan's mustard seed ring, as well as more than thirty level eight magic cores and nearly ten level nine magic cores.

He placed the seventh-level magic core on the altar, and the altar lit up with a black light. After flashing a few times, the seventh-level magic core suddenly exploded, and the pure demonic energy contained in it poured into the altar.

A beam of white light shot up into the sky and disappeared in a flash, but Chen Yuan still remained on the altar.

Chen Yuan was not surprised. The third trial required the Nascent Soul cultivator to hunt down a hundred magical beasts, of which at least three were of the same level, and the rest were at least level seven.

After obtaining enough magic cores and offering them on the altar, you will be able to pass the third trial, and the excess magic cores can be left for yourself.

There are thirty-six altars scattered all over the Demonic Plain. They are not afraid of the erosion of demonic energy and are the only way to leave the Demonic Plain.

Chen Yuan only sacrificed a seventh-level magic core and did not meet the requirements of the trial, so he naturally could not leave the Demonic Origin.

But he didn't want to leave Demonic Origin now. He smiled slightly, and with a flash of light, he flew into the sky and continued to fly in the direction of the fluctuations coming from the Fire Lotus Mark.

It is enough to see that the magic core taken from the monster's corpse can be sacrificed on the altar.

There are endless magical beasts in the Demonic Plain, but magical beasts above level eight are not easy to find.

He didn't need to bother hunting down level nine magic beasts, as he already had more than forty level seven magic cores. He only needed to gather fifty more level seven magic cores to complete the trial.

Chen Yuan stopped and walked along the way. Whenever he encountered a level seven magical beast, he would kill it and take away its magic core. As for the magical beast materials, they took up too much space and had to be abandoned.

Two days later, he had gathered all the necessary seventh-level magic cores and finally found the yellow-haired old man.

With Chen Yuan's speed of escape, he should have met up with the yellow-haired old man a day ago, but the yellow-haired old man had been flying for the past two days, so it took him one more day.

When Chen Yuan found the yellow-haired old man, he was just dispersing a group of magic wolves and taking out the magic cores of the two leading level seven magic wolves.

Seeing Chen Yuan suddenly appear in front of him, the yellow-haired old man's face changed slightly. He threw the remains of the demon wolf aside, came forward, clasped his fists and bowed: "Fellow Daoist Chen has indeed come as promised. I have been waiting for a long time."

Chen Yuan returned the greeting and said calmly, "Fellow Daoist Zong has been busy these past two days, and it has cost me a lot of effort."

The yellow-haired old man looked apologetic: "I have been waiting for you for several hours. Since you have not arrived yet, I have just started to collect magic cores to complete the magic origin trial. I hope you can forgive me."

Chen Yuan smiled slightly: "It's okay. When I entered the Demonic Plain, I was thousands of miles away from you. The distance is really far. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for a long time."

The yellow-haired old man's expression eased a little: "Since fellow Taoist has already joined Zong, that fire lotus..."

"Please wait a moment, fellow Daoist." Chen Yuan activated Zhu Yan's true blood, his black hair turned snow-white, and Zhu Yan's true fire rose from his hands.

With a thought, he took back the Fire Lotus Mark from the yellow-haired old man's soul space.

When the yellow-haired old man saw the fire lotus disappear, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. His gaze fell on Chen Yuan's white hair, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He had seen many cultivators with strange looks, but this was the first time he had seen someone who could change his hair color at will. After Chen Yuan took back the Fire Lotus, Zhu Yan's True Fire subsided, and his white hair turned back to black. He said calmly, "Can you take out the two things you got now so that I can see them?"

“Of course, fellow Daoist, please take a look…” The yellow-haired old man raised his sleeves and a broken jade slip appeared out of thin air in front of him.

This fragment is dark grey in colour, with only a small half left, its surface covered with cracks and giving off a rotten smell.

Chen Yuan asked, "What about the other thing?"

The yellow-haired old man smiled and said, "Daoyou, please read this letter first before you speak."

Chen Yuan frowned slightly, raised his hand and took the remaining fragments into his hand.

The yellow-haired old man reminded: "This fragment is extremely fragile, please be careful when you examine it."

Chen Yuan nodded slightly, and his spiritual consciousness slowly probed into the fragments. A dim and incomplete light curtain appeared in front of him, and four fragments of sentences slowly emerged.

"The evil spirit is sealed here for the secret of the trial..."

"Anyone who passes the third test can enter the Tongtian Pavilion for selection..."

"...The younger generation should bear in mind... the merits of the Saint..."

"Spread your power to all directions, and open up all..."

Chen Yuan just checked it for a while and found another crack on the fragment.

A look of pain flashed across the yellow-haired old man's eyes, but Chen Yuan ignored it. He read these four sentences over and over again, memorizing them firmly in his mind, then he withdrew his consciousness and returned the fragments.

The first two sentences are easy to understand. Demonic origin is the third trial of Jueling Island. After passing it, you can enter the "Tongtian Pavilion" and select treasures as rewards.

This "Tongtian Pavilion" should be the same as the Yibao Pavilion that everyone entered after passing the first trial, and it is also a place to store treasures.

But are the "descendants" mentioned in the fragments the disciples of the ancient sects, or the descendants of the ancient monks who built this giant floating island?
Who is the person who left this fragment of bamboo slip behind so that future generations can remember the "…saint's merits"?
The last sentence is not difficult to understand either, "spread your power to all directions" obviously refers to making a name for yourself and showing off your power.

The person who built this giant floating island must be a great ancient being, the top cultivator in this world, and most likely a member of an ancient sect, so naturally he must be famous.

As for "opening up all...", perhaps it means expanding the territory, involving ancient cultivators, or even the struggles between ancient sects.

Chen Yuan was lost in thought for a long time before he spoke: "Could the 'Tongtian Pavilion' mentioned in this fragment be the ruins left by the ancient cultivators that Daoist friend mentioned?"

The yellow-haired old man said solemnly: "Yes, the hall we saw after entering the bluestone square is called 'Tongtian Hall'."

"The word 'Tongtian' has a very high status in Jueling Island. According to Zong's guess, Jueling Island was probably named 'Tongtian Island' in ancient times."

"The 'Tongtian Pavilion' mentioned in this fragment is obviously more important than the Yibao Pavilion."

"The treasures stored inside are most likely suitable for Nascent Soul cultivators, but they have never been found in tens of thousands of years."

Chen Yuan frowned and said, "How can you be sure that this Tongtian Pavilion is deep in the Demonic Plain?"

The yellow-haired old man chuckled, took out a jade brick, and held it in his palm: "Daoyou, please look, this is the second treasure that Zong has obtained."

Chen Yuan looked at it intently. The surface of the jade brick was delicate and white, engraved with brilliant lightning patterns, but it was also stained with a layer of faint black light, flickering unsteadily, with a sinister demonic aura, and looked quite strange.

"Is this thing related to the 'Tsutenkaku'?"

The yellow-haired old man nodded and said, "Yes, this jade brick has been infected by the devil's energy and has undergone a mutation. As long as it flies in one direction, the black surface will become darker."

As he spoke, he put the broken tablet into the mustard seed ring, folded his body, and flew to the north holding the jade brick.

Chen Yuan followed him. The yellow-haired old man did not fly very fast. He flew a hundred miles before stopping.

He stretched out his hand and showed the jade brick: "Daoyou, please have a look."

"Fellow Daoist, you are right. The black air on the jade brick has indeed become much darker." Chen Yuan nodded.

In the eyes of ordinary cultivators, this jade brick has not changed at all.

But in the eyes of the Nascent Soul cultivator, the black air was obviously darker. For Chen Yuan, whose five senses were particularly sharp, it was easier to distinguish this abnormality.

The yellow-haired old man looked serious and said, "I suspect that this jade brick was taken from the 'Tongtian Tower', or it may have fallen off accidentally. In short, this jade brick must be related to the 'Tongtian Tower'."

"As long as we follow the jade bricks, we will find the 'Tongtian Tower'. That 'Tongtian Tower' is likely to contain ancient treasures!"

Chen Yuan's eyes lit up: "What you said makes sense, you and I will set off now. As long as we find the Tongtian Pavilion, we will definitely return with a full load."

The yellow-haired old man's eyes flashed with brilliance, he put away the jade brick, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, fellow Daoist, you should first gather the magic cores needed to complete the trial, and then it won't be too late to look for Tongtian Pavilion." (End of this chapter)