Gou Dao Changsheng: Starting from the Reincarnation of a Demon Cultivator

Chapter 667 Demonic Path Inheritance, Nine Wounds Condensing the Elixir (6000-word long chapter)
At Bafang Pavilion, dark green vines climb upwards, and tall green bamboos stand upright, full of vitality.

Li Heng, wearing a Han Hai crown and a long robe with azure water patterns, with a medicinal jade pendant at his waist, looked suspiciously at his two senior brothers in front of him.

He had come to his senses.

Their master was prudent in his actions, and the Xuanzhen Garden was filled with magical restrictions, making it extremely difficult for outsiders to deceive the heavens and the sea and send the beautiful concubine's cauldron to the east wing.

So, apart from Qin Yu and Huo Zhao, who else could act in this way?

It can't be that our own master is disrespectful because of his age, can it?
His two senior brothers took good care of him, and they had a good relationship.

But precisely because of this, they will never hold back when it comes to ripping him off.

"Senior Brother Qin, Senior Brother Huo, how did you two know that I gave Meiji to Uncle Qijie?"

Is it you guys?
"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind; are you trying to stab me in the back?"

Qin Yu and Huo Zhao exchanged a glance, both seeing the guilt in each other's eyes. At this moment, their years of brotherhood made them instantly understand each other.

Qin Yu's expression turned slightly cold as he reprimanded, "Junior Brother, you're still acting so recklessly!"

Having earned a reputation for being a pity for others, yet still not knowing how to restrain himself, now that he's being tempered by his master, has his cultivation made any breakthrough?

Huo Zhao glanced at Qin Yu out of the corner of his eye, feeling admiration in his heart.

As expected of the eldest brother, he is thick-skinned and ruthless. He offered nine times more cauldrons than Li Heng, yet he has not received the slightest punishment.

In this respect, the four cauldrons he gave to Qijie were a very small gesture.

Huo Zhao straightened his chest and chimed in, "Junior Brother Li, Senior Brother Qin and I are always traveling around; how could we have the time to search for a cauldron?"

If you, junior brother, don't believe me, you can ask Master about the origins of those thirteen beauties.

Li Heng's expression froze.

Having endured immense suffering to barely pass Fang Yi, why would he deliberately invite trouble and stir up the matter of the beautiful woman again?

Huo Zhao chuckled inwardly, certain that Li Heng wouldn't invite trouble, and that the matter would simply pass.

"What cauldron beauties?" A cyan mist dissipated, like a thin veil. Fang Yi, dressed in a robe of mountains and rivers transforming into the moon and wearing a black jade crown, slowly stepped into the Eight Directions Pavilion.

"Heng'er, what are you talking about so excitedly?" He asked with a half-smile, his gaze sweeping over Li Heng, Qin Yu, and Huo Zhao. The three of them tensed up, none of them wanting to be tempered in the yellow sand formation.

"Master, you misunderstand. I was merely discussing the recent strange events at Sudu Mountain with my two senior brothers," Li Heng said hastily, his head slightly lowered.

"It is unknown whether it is because the spiritual lands under the command of Tiandaowu, such as clam farms, mines, and medicinal fields, have been occupied."

The hermit cultivators who had been wandering in the mountains now possessed a considerable number of demonic magical artifacts.

"Demonic artifacts?" A hint of amusement flickered in Fang Yi's eyes. "What kinds of demonic artifacts are there?"

Sudu Mountain has always been dominated by the three righteous factions. Even if Tiandaowu is eliminated, demonic artifacts should not appear so quickly.

"Yu'er, Zhao'er, you two often travel to and from Sudu Mountain. Have you seen any demonic artifacts?"

Qin Yu pondered for a moment, his slender fingers glowing with spiritual light, and black and white lines outlined various magical artifacts such as banners, swords, lanterns, and ancient cauldrons.

“Reporting to Master, what Junior Brother Li said is correct.”

The Xuanyu mine, Bijue Valley cultivates spiritual grains, attracting many independent cultivators.

According to the disciple's observation, among the ten rogue cultivators, two or three possessed demonic magical artifacts such as the Yin Soul Banner, the White Bone Sword, and the Yin Blood Cauldron.

"The same is true of the Xuanzhu Lake clam farm." Huo Zhao recalled for a moment, his face turning solemn.

“Master, I possess a golden bone body and cultivate the path of body refinement, making me quite sensitive to resentment.”

Within the Xuanzhu Lake clam farm, many cultivators are shrouded in fresh resentment, likely from those who used their blood, flesh, and souls to refine magical artifacts.

"Oh?" Fang Yi seemed to be thinking. "The refining of demonic artifacts often uses the blood, flesh, bones, and soul of cultivators as a catalyst."

Finding spiritual objects in the Sudu Mountains is much easier than searching for the Five Elements spiritual objects, although it often requires the blood and flesh of cultivators to nourish them, or pollutes their foundation.

But for independent cultivators with scarce lineages, improving their combat abilities is far more important than the distant future.

"Master, should we mobilize our disciples to eliminate the rogue cultivators who wield demonic artifacts?"

Qin Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, a faint killing intent appearing on his face.

The magical artifacts circulating in Sudu Mountain are mostly incomplete. Once one embarks on the path of refining these artifacts, one is easily corrupted by vengeful spirits and hatred, becoming extreme and prone to fighting.

With the increase in the number of rogue cultivators on the demonic path, the number of cultivators who can diligently cultivate spiritual fields, draw spiritual talismans, and practice various arts of immortality on Xuan Yang Mountain will definitely decrease.

This is not in the interest of Xuan Yang Mountain, nor is it in the interest of the Xuan Zhen lineage.

By wiping out the Heavenly Blade Dock lineage, Fang Yi's forces acquired a considerable amount of spiritual land.

The original agreement stipulated that after occupying the sacred land, it would be accepted by the White Bone Sect and the Joyful Union Sect.

Now that Gao Yuan has perished, the White Bone Sect cultivators are leaderless and fear following in the footsteps of the Heavenly Blade Dock.

Qing Guanzi of the Hehuan Sect, alone, could not hold on to the spiritual land he had acquired; it was already extremely difficult for him.

The sacred land occupied by Xuanyang Mountain was left unresolved.

At least until a Core Formation Realm cultivator arrives in Dadu Ancient City, neither sect's cultivators will act rashly.

Fang Yi planned ahead and reaped the greatest benefits.

The Xuanzhen Garden lineage now occupies four clam farms in Xuanzhu Lake, uses Bijue Valley for cultivating spirit grains, mines spirit ore in Xuanyu Mountain, and is rich in spirit herbs in Xuankong Cave.
It is 30% to 50% cheaper to have independent cultivators farm than to hire disciples from Xuan Yang Mountain.

Unlike disciples who require spiritual veins and elixirs, disciples within the sect are subject to a minimum reward.

Independent cultivators have neither powerful backers nor any lineage; the occasional increase in their wealth by a few low-grade spirit stones is enough for them to be grateful for.

Huo Zhao felt the heavy weight of the spiritual herbs and minerals in the storage bag at his waist, and a chilling aura emanated from them.

"Master, we cannot allow the demonic path to run rampant!"

"This disciple volunteered to annihilate the magic lineage; it is my duty!"

Li Heng also spoke up, saying that he had been able to hone his physical body in the Yellow Sand Formation for the past six months, thanks in no small part to the profits from the various medicinal fields and mineral resources.

"Your idea is not bad." Fang Yi raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of a smile on his lips.

"But now is not the right time."

"The Heavenly Blade Dock suffered such a great loss, yet Chen Xian did not intervene. Do you know why?"

Qin Yu, Huo Zhao, and Li Heng were puzzled.

The six major forces of Dayun have profound foundations and each possesses top-grade magic treasures to suppress their fortunes. They are wary of each other and therefore have tacit understandings.

Unless they completely break off relations and start a war to destroy all factions, any grudges are mostly limited to Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Fake alchemists and true immortals rarely face each other in life-or-death situations.

If Chen Xian were to appear, not only would it be difficult for him to protect his spiritual lands, but under the pressure from the three factions, it would also be easy for him to protect the disciples of Tiandaowu.

"The Grand Master Tian Quezi of the sect used divination to predict the secrets of heaven, and Chen Xian perished at Su Du Mountain. The Grand Master who made the move must have been a practitioner of the Yin-Yang Dao."

Fang Yi's calm words struck the three disciples like a thunderbolt.

The fall of a high-ranking Core Formation cultivator left even the most impetuous Li Heng with a dry throat and a hint of fear. "Master, could it be that the Great Yun Sect is about to launch another war of annihilation?"

Li Heng was deeply shaken.

The death of a Core Formation cultivator is a matter that shakes the foundation of the sect, so Tiandaowu retreated.

What awaits is not peaceful coexistence, but rather each faction taking advantage of the situation and constantly encroaching on the interests of Tiandaowu.

One step back leads to another; Tian Dao Wu will never back down if it can maintain its foothold in the Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation World.

"A true master who cultivates the Way of Yin and Yang?"

Master, do you know which sect's Core Formation cultivator made the move?

The White Bone Sect? The Joyous Union Sect? Or perhaps the hidden strength of Wind Spirit Immortal City?

Qin Yu's expression was solemn. Since the establishment of the ancient city of Dadu, more than two hundred years had passed, and no Core Formation cultivator had ever perished.

This sparked a major war between the two factions, with Qi Refining cultivators falling like rain, while Foundation Establishment cultivators were merely pawns.

Even with Fang Yi as his backer, Qin Yu knew that his chances of survival were slim and extremely dangerous.

"I don't know." Fang Yi's expression was solemn. "But it's highly likely to be a True Person from the White Bone Sect."

In the Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation World, only this sect possesses two third-tier inheritances involving the Yin and Yang Dao: the [White Bone Divine Magic] and the [Crimson Face White Bone Technique].

The demonic traditions circulating in Sudu Mountain today are mostly inextricably linked to this.

"What Fang Yi said is not wrong. It was not the combined efforts of three early-stage Core Formation cultivators that led to Chen Xian's death."

"It's highly likely that it was a demonic cultivator in the mid-stage of Core Formation who made the move."

In the Heavenly Mystery Garden, the Heavenly Mystery Eight Trigrams Plate shimmered with precious light, surrounded by a silvery aura.

The spiritual light of numerous Yi Dao runes, including Qian, Kun, Kan, and Li, stimulated the method of photographic preservation, evolving into a water mirror with a flowing bronze luster.

Yan Youtai leaned on the Nine-Wood Azure Dragon Staff, tapping it lightly, causing the azure wood to ripple with magical power.

The scene of the discussion between Xuanzhenyuan, Fang Yi, and his three disciples is clearly visible in the photographic record.

Qiu Haoxuan and Lu Hetong both looked solemn. Only now did they realize why Tiandaowu had a Core Formation Realm expert in charge, yet had never made a move.

Yan Youtai chuckled and nodded in satisfaction. The photographic recorder, which had been suspended in the air, vanished like a bubble.

Both being Core Formation True Immortals, if it weren't for his advancement in the Heavenly Secrets Dao, which allowed him to enter the middle grade of the third rank...

His natal magic treasure, the Heavenly Secrets Eight Trigrams Plate, was refined day and night, completely refining the spiritual object given to him by Tian Quezi. The fourth treasure restriction was fully evolved, advancing him to a mid-grade magic treasure.

He would not entertain the idea of ​​spying on Xuanzhen Garden.

Yan Youtai was quite satisfied with the result. Although Fang Yi had condensed a true core, he had also had great luck in raising a third-tier low-grade demon king.

However, with his advanced cultivation and the aid of a mid-grade magic weapon, he was confident of victory even when facing two opponents alone.

"Nephew Haoxuan and Nephew Hetong, you two are Heavenly Mystery Masters whom my Wugengzi lineage has painstakingly cultivated."

"In your opinion, how should things proceed within the sect?"

Qiu Haoxuan knew that this matter concerned future resource support for Tianji Peak.

He channeled his magical power, and spiritual light flowed from his limbs and bones, causing seven silver counting rods to appear.

On the other side, Lu Hetong's expression was solemn, and a handful of gray spiritual fire appeared in his hand, scorching the black tortoise shell.

Cracks appeared on the tortoise shell, suggesting various possibilities.

A quarter of an hour later.

Qiu Haoxuan and Lu Hetong spoke in unison, "Let's wait and see."

"Let's wait and see."

"Do not interfere in the transmission of magical artifacts, lest you provoke this old monster to make a move!"

Inside the Eight Directions Pavilion, Fang Yi's eyes gleamed, ignoring Yan Youtai's prying gaze.

'The Way of Heavenly Secrets has been further refined.'

With the support of the Wugengzi lineage's millennia-old heritage, Yan Youtai is not far from reaching the mid-stage of Core Formation.

I wonder to what extent the natal magic weapon has been refined?

While cultivating the "Scripture of Life, Death and Prosperity," Fang Yi received inexplicable nourishment from the Xuan Tian Spirit Vine, which allowed him to enhance his spiritual cultivation without activating the Three Lives Stone.

He was also extremely sensitive to divination by the diviners.

Fang Yi seemed unaware that the beast tide had reached its most critical moment, and Xuan Yang Mountain must unite as one.

Otherwise, he would not be able to get the biggest share of the benefits.

"Turning a blind eye?" Qin Yu seemed to be thinking.

Although Gao Yuan of the White Bone Sect has perished, there are still highly skilled Core Formation cultivators watching from the sidelines. It is best not to suppress the demonic path's inheritance.

Although the Xuanzhenyuan lineage has the third-tier demon king Qijie in charge.

However, he had only recently formed his core and his foundation was limited. The fact that he could refine his natal treasure, the Earth Treasure Gourd, was all thanks to the support of his sect.

In terms of combat skills, let alone surpassing the Yinming Dao Master who killed Chen Xian.

When Qi Jie fought Chen Xian, he mainly engaged in entanglement and delaying tactics.

Fang Yi nodded slightly, confirming. "The reason I summoned the three of you back to the ancient city is to inform you of Chen Xian's demise."

Furthermore, I have received news that the Golden Armor Lion has already gone into seclusion to condense his core, and has received support from third-tier demon kings such as the Deer Demon and the Golden-Eyed Ape King.

The beast tide has raged for so long; once it emerges from seclusion after condensing its core, a great battle is inevitable.

"Disciple understands, thank you for your guidance, Master." Qin Yu took out a spirit-sealing jade box from his storage bag. The spirit talisman on the box ignited without wind. The jade box was opened, revealing a piece of jadeite iron the size of a millstone, gleaming with a chilling light.

"Master, your disciple has made some gains in the Xuan Yu mine."

This near-third-grade jade marrow iron can help Master refine his natal treasure.

Huo Zhao also took out a brocade box from his sleeve and opened it. In the luxurious silk, a jade clam jewel shone brightly.

“Master, I have also gained something from the clam field. This near-third-grade jade clam pearl nourishes the soul and will be of some help to your core condensation.”

Li Heng held up a crimson ginseng and boasted, "Master, there's me too!"
"A near-third-tier precious jade, the Blood-Nourishing Ginseng, nourishes marrow and generates blood. I put in a lot of effort in the Xuan Kong Cave to obtain this spiritual medicine!"

A hint of goodwill appeared in Fang Yi's eyes. He did not refuse his disciple's kindness and put away the three spiritual items.

He reminded them again, “You three have gained quite a bit of benefit in the past six months; take good care of yourselves and digest it.”

Even if the two factions are at war, your master and your Uncle Seven Precepts will bear the burden.

The Treasure Pavilion is currently managed by Qian Junhe. Any spiritual items or medicines you require can be obtained from his inner treasury.

"Yes, Master!" Qin Yu, Huo Zhao, and Li Heng bowed respectfully, feeling slightly relieved.

The Xuanzhen lineage also has a Core Formation expert in command, and their own master is also about to form a Core.

In terms of safety, they are among the most outstanding of the Foundation Establishment cultivators in Xuan Yang Mountain.

In the west wing of the cave, a water mirror hangs high, and Xu Qingshe smiles as he holds an ancient compass in his hand.

"Buzz!"

The compass vibrated, and the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches runes shifted, disrupting the feng shui energy. "The astrologer is really annoying!"

Xu Qingshe looked wary.

With his expertise in feng shui, it wouldn't be difficult for him to subtly conceal his true intentions.

But if Yan Youtai is determined to spy, he can only rely on 'Old Chen'.

Inside the bronze ring, 'Old Chen' looked on with curiosity.

“Young Xu, just listen to what your senior brother Fang Yi said; he has his own plans.”

I am quite curious. Both are Wood Dao True Persons, but Yan Youtai has the support of a Great True Person, Fang Yi is meticulous, and Shouxiu is cunning.

In the end, who was superior?

"Of course it's Senior Brother Fang!" Xu Qingshe replied without hesitation. "Yan Youtai's mastery of celestial secrets is quite good; he can be considered a talent of his time, and he is also first-rate among Core Formation cultivators."

But compared to Brother Fang, he's still lacking in experience.

"Old Chen" shook his head slightly, saying meaningfully, "So what if Fang Yi's opponent is better than Yan Youtai?"
The opponent he considered was never Yan Youtai, but rather the great master Tian Quezi, who was stationed at Xuan Yang Mountain and awe-inspired by all directions.

Even when I am in complete victory, I must still show respect to a master of divination who has cultivated the Dao of Change to the upper level of the third rank.

"Since the founding patriarch of Xuanyang Mountain, Wugengzi, the lineage of Tianji Peak has never been interrupted."

Old Chen's gaze was solemn.

In the Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation World, even the Biyue Pavilion, the old rival of Xuan Yang Mountain, could not comprehend the terror of the millennium-old Heavenly Mystery Master lineage as he did.

Over a thousand years, generations of divination masters have taken turns plotting what?

He had some vague guesses in his mind.

'The Great Path to Nascent Soul?'

If what I think is true, then Xu's pills must be kept hidden forever!
Otherwise, the consequences will be endless.

Xuanzhen Garden, cultivation room.

A dense aura of yin energy permeated the air, and a scarlet fifth-grade corpse lotus bloomed. Chi Yin, with a youthful face, sat cross-legged, draped in a black robe.

The gray corpse fire flickered, enveloping the blood beads of myriad beasts. Strands of blood essence were refined and extracted, absorbed into his body, and continuously refined.

"Shh!"

He suddenly opened his eyes, which gleamed with a cold light as he looked at the cultivator who had already entered the meditation room.

Upon seeing that it was Fang Yi, his murderous intent dissipated, and a look of affection appeared in his eyes.

"Master"

Fang Yi nodded slightly, noticing that only two of the five Myriad Beast Blood Beads remained, and that Chi Yin's cultivation was continuously improving at the third level of Core Formation.

He stroked Chi Yin's head and praised, "Not bad. Refine the Blood Bead well, and your opportunity to advance to the middle rank of the third level is not far off."

A blush crept onto Chi Yin's cheeks as she shyly said, "Chi Yin...try...try harder to refine...the blood bead."

Fang Yi looked satisfied.

Although Chi Yin advanced to the third-tier Corpse King, his foundation was not outstanding, and he condensed a fifth-grade true core.

Even among those who attain true elixir, they are merely at the middle level.

If one does not want Crimson Yin to be stuck at a bottleneck like Thunderclap and Nine Cold, taking more than a hundred years to cultivate to the mid-stage of Core Formation, a grand blood sacrifice is needed.

"A demonic tide!"

A six-pointed, cold, illusory image flowed in Fang Yi's eyes as he pushed the [Plum Blossom Divination] to its limit.

After Gu Jiushang condenses his core, a battle is inevitable between the three major forces: the Chen family's three villains, the demon race, and the five factions of the ancient city, in order to lay the foundation for the actions of Sudu Mountain for the next hundred years.

The demon race wanted to annihilate the ancient city of Dadu and suppress the human race's power, while the five sects of Dayun wanted to maintain the ancient city of Dadu so as to collect spiritual items to nourish their disciples.

As for the three villains of the Chen family?

It was confirmed by Gu Jiushang and Xu Qingshe that the Chen family was repairing a high-grade magic sword in order to sacrifice the blood essence of humans and demons.

How many Core Formation cultivators do I have at my disposal?

Fang Yi pondered in his heart.

With the help of Qi Jie, a third-tier low-grade demonic beast, Chi Yin, a third-tier low-grade corpse puppet, and Xu Qing Snake, they have a strong team.

A mid-stage Core Formation cultivator can suppress three early-stage Core Formation cultivators in a fight.

Moreover, the leader of the three villains of the Chen family possesses a broken high-grade magic weapon.

"Even after the Nine Wounds Condensed the Core, their combined strength is still no match for the three fierce members of the Chen family."

Fortunately, we were prepared and didn't need to fight the three of them head-on.

Fang Yi took out several memory stones from his sleeve, a smile playing on his lips.

As the head of Xuan Yang Mountain, he naturally had to surround and annihilate the unruly demonic cultivators.

"disease!"

The Void Realm's withered and flourishing banners fluttered, and several wooden coffins fell to the ground, each containing one of Xiao Lie's Foundation Establishment juniors.

Xiao Demao, Xiao Zhuo, and the others remained expressionless as their blood and energy gradually circulated, slowly recovering from the suppression of the legal restrictions.

"Third-grade mid-level corpse-patterned iron is rare. For the sake of Chi Yin's natal treasure, let's take advantage of the great beast tide to send a few juniors on their way."

Fang Yi changed his fingertips with a magical gesture and patted the storage bag.

Beast-headed longsword, ancient wooden staff, golden spirit needles—one by one, these natal magic weapons, their protective barriers shattered and their spiritual energy completely dissipated, floated in the air.

"crack!"

Fang Yi brought his five fingers together to form a knife.

As the spiritual light of life and death shifted, the discarded treasures left behind after killing many fake Core Formation cultivators crumbled one by one, turning into fragments of varying sizes.

As the gentle flow of time passed, he used his fingers as a brush and withered energy as ink, sketching out chapters of demonic lineage with flowing strokes.

【Yinhun Banner】

[White Bone Sword]

Human skin lantern

【Soul-Piercing Chain】

【The Crimson Blood Cauldron】.
Whether the magical restrictions are complete or incomplete, at the very least they can be refined from high-grade magical artifacts, which is enough to tempt Foundation Establishment cultivators.

The magical artifacts passed down in Sudu Mountain all originated from here.

"Even if we obtain the Corpse-Patterned Iron, the process of refining it into a magic weapon using Crimson Yin will be slow, allowing us to gather the strength of many."

Fang Yi's gaze was intense as he watched as the incomplete, yet time-worn, heirloom-like artifacts gradually took shape.

However, many of the magical artifacts were inherited from a single corpse-path magical treasure.

What can be broken down can also be merged.

"Given the actions of the demons and monsters of Sudu Mountain, many Foundation Establishment cultivators would not refuse this task."

Fang Yi's hand gestures changed constantly, displaying exceptional skill.

Although this was the first time he had done this in this life, he was a veteran in all of them in his previous life.

The treasure of the Nether Spring Sect was created by using this method to scheme against and refine the bloodlines of many dragons.

He was one of the main forces in refining the top-grade magic weapon, the Black Water True Dragon Chariot.

half year later.

The Xuan Yu mine vein is forbidden to circulate under the law.

Several second-tier demonic beasts, leading hundreds of first-tier demonic beasts, besieged the magic restriction.

"kill!"

The withered-looking cultivator and the old cultivator with white hair were driven to a dead end.

His face was gloomy. He patted his storage bag, and a spirit banner fluttered out.

A chill permeated the air as a hideous, malevolent spirit with five fingers pierced the neck of a crimson-striped crane.

"Tear it!"

The crimson crane was torn apart by the evil spirits, its blood and energy were constantly being drained, the evil spirit banner shone brightly, and the magical restrictions glowed with an eerie light, rapidly evolving.

Qin Yu, holding the Azure Lotus Banner, narrowed his eyes upon seeing this, a look of worry rising in his heart.

In the past six months, the demonic lineage of Sudu Mountain has spread far beyond the imagination of other sects, with new demonic lineage caves being discovered one after another.

According to the ancient books consulted within the gate, and the jade slips that appeared at the site.

It is highly likely that Sudu Mountain was the place where the Qingmu Palace, a major sect of the Nascent Soul stage, suppressed demons a thousand years ago, and most likely it still has the remnants of the third-order demonic path inheritance.

"Fine, as Master said, whoever strikes first will offend that Core Formation True Person who cultivates the Yin-Yang Path."

Qin Yu sighed softly.

The original speculation by Xuan Yang Mountain about Chen Xian's death was that he was a hidden master of the White Bone Sect.

Now, however, there are different speculations.

It is highly likely that a cultivator condensed a core and unearthed the legacy of the demonic path from back then.

"Roar!"

Accompanied by the roars of the beasts, the monsters gradually retreated like a tide.

"call out!"

A jade talisman fell down, and Qin Yu's expression changed drastically as he scanned it with his divine sense. He was reluctant to leave the Xuan Yu mine.

He murmured in his heart.

"The Golden Armored Lion has begun its attempt to break through to the Golden Core realm. I wonder how much longer this Xuan Jade mine can be mined?"

Deep within the Sudu Mountain, demonic energy churns and surges, a spiritual pool is filled with treasures and restrictions, and the gnarled spiritual veins are faintly visible.

A dense demonic aura surged into the sky, accompanied by a dazzling golden light.

The deer-like creature trotted lightly on its four hooves, and the green moss turned into a carpet, isolating the surging demonic energy.

His expression turned solemn.

"It really came to this!"

"How many years has it been since a Golden Core Demon King was born on Sudu Mountain?"

(End of this chapter)