Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Ironwing Demon General sneered: "Human cultivators have many strange methods. Who knows what method they used to find the interface fragment so easily?"

"However, most of the interface fragments are desolate, and the human race is just wasting their time. How many treasures can they find?"

Qi Yan, the Demon General, looked slightly solemn: "Fellow Daoist Tie Yi, you are mistaken. If it were just a few fragments of the interface, it would indeed be nothing."

"However, human cultivators have found a great many fragments of the interface, and even Foundation Establishment cultivators can enter them. Over time, they can find a lot of rare and precious materials."

"Humans' cultivation levels improve very quickly, and if this continues, their advantage over my Demon Burning Realm will likely grow stronger."

Ironwing Demon General waved his hand: "The fate of the human race is a matter for you Great Sages to worry about. There is no need for us demon generals to worry. In the future, we will just kill a few more human Nascent Soul cultivators on Turtle Island."

Chen Yuan echoed, "Fellow Daoist Tieyi is absolutely right. Our most important task right now is to explore that interface fragment."

"May I ask Fellow Daoist Qiyan, where is that spatial rift located, and when will we be able to enter the interface fragment?"

After a moment's consideration, Demon General Qiyan said, "That spatial rift is located within the spiritual land of one of my demon generals. I have already sealed off the news, and no one else knows about it."

"However, to enter the interface fragment, we must wait until the spatial rift stabilizes and allows the Demon General to pass through."

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed, and he smiled and said, "Then I will wait for good news. I will also take this opportunity to refine the pills I obtained from the trade fair and improve my cultivation."

Ironwing Demon General said, "If Fellow Daoist Qiyan has any news, please let me know."

"I obtained these two Heavenly Demon Blood Purification Pills and a few Body Tempering Spirit Herbs from Fellow Daoist Beiming. I need to go into seclusion to cultivate for a while."

Qi Yan Yao Shuai smiled slightly: "According to my estimate, the spatial rift should stabilize within ten years at most."

"Although it is only a fragment of the interface, it was once a vast interface, now covering a radius of millions of miles. Furthermore, the remains of that giant bird have been found there, so we cannot be careless."

"There may still be giant birds and ferocious beasts remaining inside, whose strength is no less than that of the two of us. We should be prepared."

Ironwing Demon General said solemnly, "Fellow Daoist Qiyan, rest assured, this is not my first time entering the interface fragments to search for treasures, so I know what I'm doing."

Chen Yuan said, "I will certainly act with caution."

The Demon General Qiyan made an agreement with the two that as soon as there was news, he would send a trusted demon general with a letter to inform them, and then take his leave.

Chen Yuan and Iron Wing Demon General saw him off. Qi Yan Demon General would head to Leishan Cave, return to Canyuan Cave via teleportation array, and then fly to his own territory.

Chen Yuan took the opportunity to say goodbye, and the Iron-Winged Demon General made a token attempt to persuade him to stay, but then did not insist.

Chen Yuan rode his escape light and flew towards the direction of the Northern Underworld Cave. After flying for thousands of miles and getting far away from the Iron Wing Cave, his figure suddenly turned and flew southwest.

Chen Yuan avoided the caves of demon generals and demon commanders along the way. He even deliberately avoided the demon generals he saw with his divine sense, and no one discovered his whereabouts.

Although he did not fully activate the Kunpeng True Blood within his body, his escape speed was still far faster than that of a mid-level demon general.

After flying day and night for two months, Chen Yuan arrived at a vast grassland.

Suddenly, a towering peak appeared in the distance, more than two thousand feet high, with steep slopes and covered with snow and ice that never melts from one thousand five hundred feet upwards.

This giant mountain stands majestically on the flat land, exceptionally grand and awe-inspiring.

Chen Yuan continued flying forward, and when he was three thousand miles away from the giant mountain, his powerful divine sense saw the scene there.

Many palaces are scattered at the foot of the mountain, somewhat haphazardly, all built of huge stones, rugged and grand.

Each palace was at least dozens of miles apart, and nearby were many strange and wonderful nests where countless monsters roamed. But atop the giant mountain, there was not a single hall, nor a single human figure.

Only near the mountaintop is there an exceptionally large cave. The entrance is not naturally formed; there are obvious signs of excavation, but it is also quite rough.

At the summit stands a colossal lion statue, towering over the snow and ice, roaring towards the sky. Its crimson mane flies wildly, and it is hundreds of feet tall, almost like a small mountain built on top of a giant mountain, incredibly magnificent.

Chen Yuan slowed down his escape speed, turned around, and stopped two thousand miles north of the giant mountain, in a white cloud.

He sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed, his divine sense covering a radius of three thousand miles around him, his figure drifting with the white clouds, waiting quietly.

A month passed, and Chen Yuan never revealed himself. He simply observed the situation at the foot of the giant mountain and paid attention to all the movements within a three-thousand-mile radius around him.

He saw chaos; at the foot of the giant mountain, monsters would frequently break out into battle, and without exception, the victors would devour the flesh and blood of the losers.

Even the demon generals residing in the giant stone palace would fight each other, and the victor would kill the loser.

After it reverts to its original form, it will eat flesh and blood, leaving only its skeleton, which will be placed outside the giant stone hall.

The spilled blood stained the grassland red, and the grass at the foot of the giant mountain was exceptionally lush, attracting countless wild beasts.

New monsters will be born from this, fighting each other and continuing to spill blood full of life.

The monsters were fighting fiercely, but human slaves were extremely rare. Only a few figures could be seen flying by, mostly beautiful women, with men being very few at all.

The mountaintop remained perpetually quiet.

Although there was no array covering it, there seemed to be an invisible barrier, and no demonic beasts dared to approach the giant mountain. Those wild animals without intelligence dared not come within a hundred miles of the giant mountain.

On this day, Chen Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, turned around, and looked at a streak of light flying from the north, dazzling and full of unbridled intent.

A cold glint flashed in Chen Yuan's eyes, revealing his murderous intent.

When the escape light was only a little over a hundred miles away, he flipped his hand and took out a mask painted with the true spirit of the white tiger. He put it on, and his black outfit turned into a deep white. He rushed out of the white clouds and went straight to meet it.

The light slowed down, revealing a figure with a bare upper body, bulging muscles, a head of messy brown-yellow hair hanging down, and a full beard. He was unkempt and unkempt; it was none other than the Fierce Mane Demon General.

He looked at the strange demon general who suddenly appeared wearing a white tiger mask. Instead of being surprised, he was furious. His hair and beard stood on end, and he roared, "Who are you, you coward, hiding your head and tail, daring to ambush this general? You're courting death!"

He flipped his hand and took out a large iron ring sword. The gleaming blade flashed with a cold light. With a forceful swing, the nine iron rings clanged loudly, causing the charging stranger demon general to pause in his tracks.

This was the divine power of the iron-ringed broadsword, capable of shaking the very soul. The fierce-maned demon general roared again, exactly like a lion's roar, causing the air to vibrate and becoming even more awe-inspiring.

The unfamiliar demon general opposite him stopped abruptly. The demon general with the blazing mane laughed loudly, raised his iron ring greatsword, and charged forward.

"This humble general hasn't tasted the flesh of the Demon General in a long time; today, I'll devour you raw!"

The speed at which the Fierce Mane Demon General burst forth was extremely fast, and the distance between the two sides closed rapidly. Within just a few breaths, only twenty or thirty miles remained.

The fierce-maned demon general smiled smugly, feeling that victory was within his grasp.

This lion's roar was his innate divine ability. When paired with the iron ring broadsword, it could shake the soul of a demon general of the same level, causing him to fall into a daze. It would take ten breaths to recover, enough time for him to cut off the head of this unfamiliar demon general.

But at that moment, a hint of mockery flashed in the eyes of the unfamiliar demon general hidden behind the white tiger mask.

He flipped his hand and took out a silver longbow, nocked a black iron arrow, drew back the bowstring sharply, and shot it! (End of Chapter)