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

Chapter 890 Refining the Spirit Puppet, A Spiritual Object in the Wind

The thousand-foot-tall Fire-Swallowing Turtle broke away from the Great Cloud Immortal Cultivation Realm, and its unfamiliar, pure demonic energy stirred up a reaction in the Spirit Wasteland.

"Wow!"

A gentle breeze blew, growing ever larger, and transformed into a black, malevolent wind that swept down.

"careful!"

In the eastern land of the giant tortoise, the Crimson Sun Cliff stands tall. Behind Zhu Huan, a long sword is drawn, transforming into a stream of crimson-gold light, slashing down thirty-six sword beams.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A dull thud resounded, followed by a piercing roar, and the incoming black evil wind was completely cleaved away.

South of the giant tortoise, outside the Star-Picking Pavilion, a young cultivator wore a gentleman's crown and held a pair of green bamboo divination sticks in his hand.

Meng Lingxuan tossed his abacus magic weapon with a wave of his hand, which transformed into a Xuanjia divination diagram, stirring up a fierce wind.

As one of the Nine Sons of Xuan Yang, and with the spiritual artifact left behind by his master, the Fake Core Immortal Gong Niu, although he was a step behind, he eventually fulfilled his master's expectations and condensed a True Core.

To the west of the giant tortoise, the ancient sounds of ancestral worship echoed from the ancestral hall, and the faint silhouettes of ancestors could be seen kneeling on the ground.

The burly and robust Huang Daiyue, clad in Earth Armor and wielding a Mountain-Suppressing Hammer, transformed into illusory mountain shadows to suppress the fierce winds.

He gazed at the dark blue witch patterns spreading throughout the Ancestral Hall, his brow furrowed, and a look of worry appeared in his eyes.

'Master's temperament has changed drastically, almost like a completely different person. What could be the reason?'
Could it be that a legacy left by the patriarch is disturbing my mind?

'This is not impossible.'
The shamanistic tradition, with its emphasis on rituals and blood sacrifices, had a reputation not much better than that of the demonic path before the ancient war against demons.

As a direct disciple of the Ancestral Hall lineage, Zhang Hengyi, though trying to conceal it, still managed to glean some clues.
North of the giant tortoise.

Li Heng, holding the Vast Ocean Pearl in his hand, sat cross-legged and guarded the entrance of the Evergreen Hall, ensuring that no one would disturb his master's secluded cultivation.

Unbeknownst to others, he, as a Golden Core cultivator from the Five Extremes Peak lineage, knew that the [Four Nine Mysterious Technique] was not only about Huo Zhao condensing his core and healing his old injuries.

It is also related to Master Fang Yi's future breakthrough in cultivation, so there must be no flaws.

"Black Fiend Wind?"

His expression was solemn. He then patted his storage bag, and the tattered Overturning Heaven and Sea Flag shot out.

The banner moved without wind, its drooping blue ripples transforming into tides, while the black winds swirled into fierce, piercing blades.

"No wonder cultivators below the Core Formation realm can't do without Da Yun."

Master once said that the Black Fiend Wind is merely the most common danger in the Spirit Wasteland, and only a Core Formation cultivator can overcome it.
If we encounter a savage beast tide, the calamity of a spirit explosion will ensue.

Li Heng seemed to be deep in thought. The Fire Worship Sect was truly cunning. Any cultivator below the Core Formation stage who left the Great Cloud Sect would face certain death.

Once they reach the Core Formation stage, they are all members of many powerful forces in the Great Yun Dynasty. With sects and businesses attached to them, they find it hard to leave their homeland.

Unless one reaches the late stage of Core Formation, it is almost impossible to avoid going to the Great Yu.

Upon reaching the late stage of Core Formation and achieving the position of Great True Person, becoming a regional overlord of the Great Cloud, one's lifespan is insufficient, and one is unable to pursue further advancement.

Inside the Changqing Hall.

The Five Poison Cauldron transformed into a spiritual pool, and the fragrant medicinal vapors turned into rolling mist. Huo Zhao's entire body was covered in silver light, and more than half of the verdant medicinal liquid was absorbed.

Is it the black evil wind caused by the change of Qi?

It's not a big problem.

Fang Yi separated a strand of his divine sense to observe the changes in the Black Fiend Wind, and then clapped his five fingers to suppress the dark tide caused by the changes in spiritual energy.

"Edict!"

A wisp of blood essence overflowed from his fingertip, like a ruby, and fell into Huo Zhao's dantian, where they blended together.

The silver phoenix pattern on the Dao foundation swallowed and exhaled blood essence, and mysterious energy flowed. Each spiritual character leaped and danced, each word a pearl.

"【Four-Nine Mysterious Techniques】Until the flaws in the Foundation Establishment stage are corrected, one can cultivate with the help of Huo Zhao."

Although it consumed much of his potential, it has now been fully restored.

Next comes the process of breaking through to the Golden Core stage to confirm that the three treasures of essence, qi, and spirit are without leakage.

"The next thing is"

The Void Realm's withering and flourishing banner fluttered, and five-colored spiritual light—blue, red, black, white, and yellow—rotated. A giant deer-like beast, with an elegant figure and a size of about ten feet, landed on the ground with a dull thud.

"Deer Mandrill"

Fang Yi murmured as he extended his five fingers, penetrating deep into the flesh and blood, and retrieved the demon core nurtured within his body.

"Chi~"

The fist-sized demon core had a dim spiritual light, and its aura did not seem to have been tempered by the demon king for more than six hundred years.

"As expected, there was something wrong with the old monster's death."

He toyed with the demon core in his hand, lost in thought, his mind racing with ideas.

"Only by refining the Three Treasures and nurturing an infant can a Nascent Soul True Monarch have the opportunity to seize a body."
Even after such possession, the incompatibility of the physical body with the spiritual body will hinder spiritual practice.

Besides these, there are also some top-tier inheritances, methods of possession created by legendary great cultivators or even top-tier experts for their younger disciples.

Fang Yi's eyes flashed with Gu Jiushang's figure.

He meticulously refined the human puppet using the secret techniques passed down from the Ghostly Craftsmanship Pavilion, thoroughly imbuing its essence, blood, soul, bone marrow, and even golden core with his aura.

If things don't go smoothly, this is his best option.

No matter how deep the Zoroastrian religion's influence is, it has virtually no impact on the Ten Thousand Mountains.

In addition, the Azure Emperor Palace is one of the ten ancient sects, and it is not difficult for a Core Formation True Person to possess a body.

"If the records in the sect's scriptures are correct, then the coffin, as a descendant of the Deer Demon's bloodline, was born after its demon core had been formed."
Was it raised as a dwelling from its inception?

Fang Yi gazed at the Azure Wood Spirit Demon's body, murmured softly, and a look of interest rose in his eyes.

"Nine Wounds obeyed my decree and acted in secrecy."

Even if the Deer Demon successfully possesses a body, the Golden-Eyed Ape King, whose cultivation is concealed, will be in front to draw enemy fire.

"If one refines the origin and refines the spirit puppet..."
A third-tier superior-grade demonic beast body, refined using the [Spirit Puppet Technique], will, after two cycles of sixty years, possess at least the power to strike with the power of a Nascent Soul Grand Divine Ability.

If used to refine beast puppets, it would be enough to refine a high-grade third-tier puppet.

Fang Yi's thoughts shifted, and a look of hesitation appeared on his face.

The former is time-consuming and laborious, requiring the use of spirit puppet techniques for refinement, and 120 years of continuous input of spiritual objects, precious materials, essence, blood, and vital energy for nourishment.

But once successful, the rewards are enormous.

One hundred and twenty years later, with no great opportunities, he steadily advanced and had already reached the late stage of Core Formation, ready to plan for the Nascent Soul stage.

Any place that can assist in the formation of an infant spirit is an extremely dangerous and perilous place.

Those who compete for it are also outstanding individuals, the cream of the crop.

With the full force of a Nascent Soul True Monarch's attack, which is equivalent to two or three strikes, one's confidence would be greatly boosted.

If it is the latter, then refine the beast puppet.
Given the quality of the Deer Demon Child's demon body, even with most of its essence extracted from its demon core, it is still a high-grade third-tier demon core.

By refining it together with the demon's body and adding precious materials, it is enough to refine a third-tier high-grade puppet, greatly increasing its combat power.

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The lights flickered in the Changqing Hall, and all was silent. Fang Yi fell into deep thought, his mind wandering.

"The vast icy plains are approaching, and fierce battles will inevitably ensue for spiritual treasures and materials."
With my near-fourth-tier puppetry skills and the profound magical power of the Scripture of Life, Death and Prosperity, it is not difficult for me to simultaneously control two third-tier high-grade puppets.
but.
No matter how strong a third-tier puppet is, it cannot compare to the great supernatural powers of a Nascent Soul True Monarch.

"That's all."

Feeling the black gale outside the hall growing stronger, Fang Yi shook his head slightly, his fingertips changing into hand seals.

"Crack! Click!"

The sound of gears turning rang out, and a mechanical seal, neither round nor flat, appeared between his brows.

The delicate, mosquito-like patterns flowed and spread like red and blue throughout the body, mechanism, and even bones of the deer-like creature.

The withered yellow Daoist aura was extremely strong, the demon's body muscles atrophied, its fur was dry and wrinkled, and the decaying Daoist aura surrounded it.

"Dayun is barren. I only have one near-fourth-tier withered purple vein vine that I can use to refine puppets. The rest of my puppet-making materials are only second-tier or near-third-tier. The withered purple vein vine is a key spiritual item for advancing to the near-fourth tier in the Abyss Sea Refining stage and winning the puppet war. It cannot be wasted."

"First, we'll refine the puppet; the rest we'll decide when we reach the vast icy plains."

Fang Yi exhaled the True Fire of Withering and Flourishing, which transformed into a line of fire that pierced into the body of the Deer Demon Child.

A continuous stream of magical power flowed into the demon's body along the fire line, and one ancient rune after another was engraved in the demon's bones.
Three days later.

The journey to Xuanyang Mountain has already taken them tens of thousands of miles into the desolate lands, and they are more than halfway there.

The howling black wind grew increasingly fierce, no less powerful than a Core Formation cultivator's attack.

Five-colored spiritual light shone brilliantly on the turtle's back. Bells, tripods, towers, buildings, knives, spears, swords, halberds, and many other magical artifacts emitted spiritual light, shattering the aftershocks of the black wind.

More than 10,000 cultivators, men, women, old and young, either swallowed pills or were sitting cross-legged in meditation, all looking exhausted, and a pungent smell of blood could be faintly smelled.

For three consecutive days, the Black Fiend Wind blew, and even the four main lineages' Core Formation cultivators, despite their best efforts, were unable to overcome it.

Furthermore, with the assistance of branch lineage cultivators such as Jiu Han, Yang Cai'er, and Hu Lei, who formed a large formation with the pseudo-Dan cultivators, quite a few escaped the net.

The southwest corner of the turtle's back.

Xia Mao was disheveled and pale.

He held up the magical umbrella, and behind him, the Kan-Li Spirit Diagram unfolded, with water and fire intertwining and evolving into different hexagrams.

Feeling the blood spreading towards his boots, he looked at the cultivator about ten feet away.
No, he was already a corpse.

Just ten breaths ago, it was cut in half by a black, malevolent wind, with blood, colon, and many internal organs flowing out.

It struggled incessantly on the tortoise shell, finally wailing and dying in despair.

Xia Mao was terrified. If he hadn't had a backup plan, he would have been the one to die if he had sensed the black wind blowing half a breath earlier.

"This was only possible because the sect leader intervened and activated the Creation Banner, a top-tier medical artifact."

"With the help of the two great masters Xishan and Hengyi, otherwise the consequences would be ten times worse, unimaginable."

He shivered, gazing enviously at the Changqing Palace high above the blue sun.

Fan Deye had a handsome face and wore a plain white robe. Nine green coins swirled around his body, and a small Bagua disc rotated behind him.

Surprisingly, he was completely unharmed despite the onslaught of the Black Fiend Wind, and even had the energy to comprehend the Dao of Spiritual Transformation.

"We are both Foundation Establishment cultivators and both divination cultivators."

"If I could also become a disciple of the Qingyang Sect Leader, how wonderful it would be to be like Senior Brother Fan!"

Xia Mao's eyes were filled with longing as he murmured softly, "Under the protection of my Core Formation senior brother, I will deduce the changes in spiritual energy in the Spirit Wasteland and verify what I have learned."

"If it were me, I could easily advance my divination skills to the next level, reaching the middle stage of the second tier."

Fortunately, I was able to be reborn, so I am not without support.
In the future, it is not impossible to condense a true elixir, cross the threshold of the Five Extremes Peak, and become a disciple of the sect leader.

Xia Mao sensed a broken jade pendant in his dantian, its surface covered with ancient and archaic shamanistic script, faintly echoing with the sounds of ancient people's sacrifices.

"With the blessing of this extraordinary treasure, if I disregard the loss of my essence, blood, and lifespan, I can forcibly push my divination cultivation to the upper level of the second tier, touching the threshold of the quasi-third tier."

And this is my trump card in vying for the opportunity to conquer the vast icy plains.
The third-tier spiritual vein realm triggers a surge of spiritual energy, allowing fourth-tier spiritual objects to emerge. I am not greedy; I only desire one third-tier precious herb.

The cultivation civilization of the Great Yu Dynasty was ten times more prosperous than that of the Great Yun Dynasty.

Being able to migrate to Dayu with the sect is an immense opportunity, and I must seize it.

Night falls, a black curtain hangs over the sky, and the surrounding area is shrouded in darkness.

"boom!"

The thick, pillar-like tortoise feet fell, cracking the ground and sending yellow sand flying. The fire-swallowing tortoise, surrounded by purple aura, looked exhausted.

"I underestimated this desolate land of spirits."
I activated my bloodline supernatural power, [Elephant Earth], to absorb the power of primordial essence, increasing my size tenfold.
This caused disturbances in the Spirit Wasteland, and the disturbances there expanded tenfold.

Chi Yangzi shrank its tortoise head, stirred its demonic energy, and continued forward. If it weren't for its offspring Huo Yunzi, why would it have to suffer like this?

"not good!"

Chi Yangzi, the Fire-Swallowing Turtle, changed his expression drastically as he watched several vortexes spinning a thousand miles away, absorbing the power of the Black Fiend Wind.

"boom!"

Nine black tornadoes took shape, scattering sand and stones, drawn by the pure spiritual energy refined by the cultivators atop the tortoise shell.

"Oops!"

"How could it be a black tornado?!"

"Each of these strikes is no weaker than the Sect Master's."

A series of powerful divine senses flowed as Jiu Han, Xiao Changce, Hu Lei, and Huo Yunzi, four mid-stage Core Formation cultivators, all made their moves.

The Black Fiend Wind transformed into a tornado, unleashing a surge in the power of wind and thunder, making it no longer an opportunity for training juniors.

"boom!"

The icy light spread, the cold wind was biting, freezing a tornado, and the black evil wind blew.

In an instant, the icy light was extinguished.

The jade lotus rose, scattering bursts of spiritual flames, accompanied by roaring thunder, and the mighty hammer followed closely behind.

Amidst the swirling demonic energy, Huo Yunzi, who had transformed into the millstone-sized Fire-Swallowing Turtle prototype, also spat out a precious pearl.

"Boom!"

The cold light froze, the true flames burned, and then thunder roared as the precious pearl struck and killed.

The four Core Formation cultivators worked together, but they could only temporarily repel the two tornadoes.

However, seven more black tornadoes, radiating fierce energy, lashed down towards the Fire-Swallowing Turtle.

"Damn it!
How could a mere Core Formation cultivator possibly survive such a powerful black wind in the Spirit Wasteland?!

As the black tornado swept in, Xia Mao's face turned deathly pale.

His vital essence surged in his dantian, transforming into several rubies that surrounded the broken ancient jade, ready to fight to the death at any moment.

"eccentric."

A surprised voice echoed in the Changqing Hall.

Immediately, the Azure Lotus Banner rose, and countless azure lotuses drooped down, taking root, sprouting, branching out, and growing leaves.
Ultimately, it evolved into a scene of endless green lotus leaves that covered the sky, blocking the tornado that blotted out the sun.

"kindness?"

Fang Yi suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, staring at a hazy gray aura at the center of the tornado that obscured his senses.

"The green snake will lend me a hand."

His gaze swept over Huo Zhao, who had transformed into a large cocoon, and the Azure Wood Spirit Ape's magical body covered in runes.

"Imperial decree!"
"Puppet Technique Turns into Yue Hand"

"Boom!" A glint flashed in Xu Qing's eyes, as if he had discovered a secret, and the furnace of heaven and earth transformed into a crimson sun that rose.

"Boom!"

A burst of light shone forth, and nine tornadoes trembled.

Then Yuan Hai's figure blurred and turned into afterimages, and his skeletal hands reached out one after another, activating the Puppeteer bloodline.

"boom!"

The tornado shattered, and several Wind Spirit Orbs appeared in his hand.

"Roar!"

Fang Yi's expression changed as he looked at a fierce, primordial aura rising in the sky, its soaring blood and energy obscuring the sun.

"An ancient savage beast?!"

"Such abundant blood and energy."

"Wow!"

With a fierce screech and howl, a Fire-Feathered Azure Roc with wings a thousand feet long and sharp eyes stared at the Fire-Swallowing Turtle as if it were staring at food.

(End of this chapter)