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His father was one of the ten demon kings of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom, and his strength was among the top even among Yuan Dan realm demon beasts.

More importantly, unlike ordinary demon beasts whose offspring are everywhere, Ying Huayu's father only had him as his only son. Therefore, he doted on this only son the most and used almost everything he could to raise Ying Huayu!

"If they knew that Ying Huayu had died... that demon king would probably go mad on the spot..." The two sisters' expressions changed slightly at the thought of that possibility.

"Oh no!" Emperor Xuanwu cried out, "Sect Leader Feng, show mercy! This demonic bird must not be killed!"

"Anyone who dares to offend my Qianqiu Valley..." However, all that responded to him was a faint glance from Feng Xia, "No one in the world is beyond killing."

At this moment, perhaps influenced by Long Da's demonic dragon bloodline, Feng Xia appeared even more indifferent than usual. He merely glanced at the crowd, causing the Xuanwu Kingdom side to feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

puff!

Suddenly at that moment, the eagle's body stopped splitting and, under the influence of some strange force, was forcibly pieced back together, as if it had returned to an unharmed state.

The energy within his body suddenly stopped declining and even rose again, surpassing the peak state of the Eagle Transformation in just a few breaths.

Moreover, this aura was even more savage and domineering than Ying Huayu's, filled with an arrogant and superior attitude. The moment Ying Huayu opened his eyes again, everyone seemed to see a king among demons looking at them with a cold and scrutinizing gaze.

The twin sisters almost involuntarily collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"He is the father of Eagle Transformation—the Demon King Eagle Chengpeng!"

Sensing the overwhelming and intense aura, Emperor Xuanwu murmured involuntarily, "Indeed, this demon king left a method on his only son. Now that Ying Huayu is dead, it immediately triggered the method he left behind... However, why didn't this power activate earlier? If it had, Ying Huayu might not have died."

But in any case, one thing is certain...

Next, they will face a raging demon king.

And...it doesn't distinguish between friend and foe!

"S-Sir..."

The twin sisters trembled all over. The moment they sensed that aura, they lost all will to resist, leaving only intense terror, which grew wildly in their hearts like a night sky covering the earth.

"They've been cut in half and they're still alive? What kind of logic is that?!" Lei Shao shouted, his face grim.

“You killed my only son, you cannot be allowed to live.”

"Eagle Transforms into Feathers" spoke coldly, turning to look at Feng Xia. In that instant, a terrifying light flashed in his eyes, causing everyone to cry out in pain and involuntarily close their eyes.

Feng Xia, who was facing the Demon King directly, was under even greater pressure. In his vision, Ying Huayu's entire body was filled with golden light, which condensed into an even larger phantom.

Tall, majestic, and domineering, with incredible blood flowing through its veins, its wings seem capable of tearing through the void!

Demon King Ying Chengpeng!

The moment Ying Chengpeng spoke, Feng Xia saw the golden phantom move, spread its wings and soar into the sky. Each golden feather vibrated, gleaming with a metallic luster, as if it could sweep across the three thousand worlds and eliminate all powerful enemies before it!

"Ah Xia, be careful!"

"Sect Leader—"

Zhu Youniang and several elders of Qianqiu Valley couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

However, neither they nor anyone else could stop it. All they could see was a golden light streaking across the sky and piercing Feng Xia's brow!

"It's over!" Emperor Xuanwu's face turned grim.

Within Feng Xia's brow, a colossal, golden figure descended, its golden light illuminating all directions. It resembled a real golden-winged roc, hundreds of feet long, and instead of exuding a sinister aura, it displayed a sacred presence.

"You must pay the price for killing my son." The golden bird spoke in human language, looking down at Feng Xia's soul. "However, you do have many special qualities. Rather than killing you, it's better to refine you into an external avatar. At that time, everything you have will belong to me!"

Under the gaze of this demon king, Feng Xia's soul, which was only three inches tall, appeared incredibly small and weak, with no room for resistance.

The death of his own child did not seem to anger him.

On the contrary, Ying Chengpeng showed endless surprise, looking at Feng Xia as if he were examining a human-shaped treasure!

"Not bad, really not bad!" The golden phantom shook its head, a hint of excitement in its eyes, as it excitedly examined Feng Xia. "Dragon bloodline! You actually have dragon blood! In mythology, the Golden-Winged Roc feeds on dragons. If I devour your dragon bloodline, perhaps I can advance further... The only problem is that your soul is far too weak, weaker than many demons. This is probably your innate flaw!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke: "However, you don't need to worry about this problem anymore, because I will take over your body and you will become my first human incarnation!"

puff!

Suddenly, a blue lotus fell from mid-air, its stem like a sharp sword, piercing through Ying Chengpeng's head from top to bottom, causing the golden bird to stagger and crash headfirst into the Hongmeng Sea.

"Who attacked me?!" Ying Chengpeng shouted fiercely.

"it's me."

An indistinct voice came from the lotus.

The next instant, Ying Chengpeng stared in disbelief as a Feng Xia, also only three inches tall, jumped down from the lotus flower with small arms and legs.

The demon king's consciousness froze for a moment: "Two... no, you have a dual-soul body?"

"Dual souls? What are those?"

Just then, lotus flowers crashed down from the primordial chaos, repeatedly shattering the demon king's consciousness and leaving the golden phantom riddled with holes, like a tattered rag bag.

"You guys... cough cough cough..."

Ying Chengpeng was horrified to see one after another three-inch-tall little Fengxias descending from above on blue lotuses, and then they all stepped down from the lotuses and walked towards the little Fengxia he had first seen.

One by one, the smaller Fengxia merged together, and the size of Fengxia's soul began to expand rapidly. In the blink of an eye, it had transformed into a giant a thousand feet tall.

He raised his hand, grasped the phantom of Ying Chengpeng in his grasp, and stared at it intently before his eyes:

"Little bird, what were you talking about just now, a dual-soul body?"

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Chapter 0145

Feng Xia's brow crease.

The golden bird that the demon king Ying Chengpeng had transformed into was utterly terrified:

"You... what kind of monster are you—"

He had a special experience in the past, which not only made his soul far superior to that of ordinary demons, but also far superior to those of the same level of Yuan Dan realm—regardless of which race's Yuan Dan realm.

Moreover, he also cultivated a special method that allowed him to control multiple external avatars at the peak of the Yuan Dan realm, making him even more powerful and impossible to defend against.

Under normal circumstances, a cultivator's brow apex is naturally closed. Only by cultivating to the peak of the Yuan Dan realm can one begin to come into contact with the existence of the brow apex. And only the power of the Dharma Aspect realm can be used to break open the gate of the brow apex.

This means that the Purple Mansion is the watershed between the Dharma Aspect Realm and the Primordial Core Realm.

Completely breaking open the gates of the Purple Mansion means transcending the Yuan Dan realm and stepping into the higher Dharma Aspect realm.

Although Ying Chengpeng's special encounter did not directly make him reach the Dharma Aspect Realm, it did open a crack in the Purple Mansion Gate, allowing him to gain countless benefits. His soul became incredibly powerful, and his cultivation level and strength advanced by leaps and bounds. From an ordinary demonic bird, he jumped to become one of the top ten demon kings of the Myriad Demon Kingdom!

But now, as he faced Feng Xia's towering spirit, it was as if, in an instant, he had reverted to the weak version of himself he once was.

Poor, weak, and helpless.

He racked his brains but still couldn't figure it out—Feng Xia's Yuan Dan realm cultivation was all achieved quickly, and it was already quite good that he could fully master it. Where did this human find the time and the means to cultivate his soul to such a terrifying degree?

If his soul is so terrifying, why isn't he at the Dharma Aspect Realm?

"Is this the method you left on Ying Huayu? It seems you didn't treat him as your real son. I'm afraid from the beginning, you only intended him as material for an external incarnation."

Feng Xia felt that this guess was closest to the truth.

In this way, Ying Chengpeng’s willingness to train Ying Huayu at all costs can be reasonably explained: after all, in the end, it is Ying himself who is trained, so what is there that he cannot give up?

Feng Xia carefully examined Ying Chengpeng's split soul, and suddenly he let out a soft exclamation: "Strange, I feel like I've seen this kind of method of yours before..."

Suddenly, with a strange expression, he uttered a few words:

"The Three Lives of Floating Dreams!"

"you you you--"

Ying Chengpeng immediately looked like he had seen a ghost.

The mysterious opportunity he obtained was an ancient and incomplete legacy. Even he didn't know who created such a powerful and terrifying legacy.

However, Ying Chengpeng still clearly remembers that inheritance—

Fleeting dreams span thousands of autumns, what year is three lifetimes?

That was his greatest secret, the source of his current cultivation and strength. Even the ruler of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom did not know the name of this lineage.

However, as if she had a precognitive ability, Feng Xia easily uttered that name.

"I see."

Upon seeing Ying Chengpeng's reaction, Feng Xia immediately understood: "In that case, your so-called technique of creating an avatar should be the method in the 'Three Incarnations' chapter."

The old ancestor of the Dust Sea was not alone back then; he also had his own forces. Even though he was sealed away, he should still have successors left in the world.

It is not surprising that someone can inherit his legacy.

However, there was still one thing he couldn't understand: "Logically speaking, when one cultivates to the 'Three Incarnations' chapter, one should directly condense an incarnation from the essence of heaven and earth. How can you be like this, constantly seizing bodies? What belongs to others will always belong to others. Even if you successfully seize a body, it's not as good as what you cultivate yourself..."

Ying Chengpeng was stunned again: "Is this how you cultivate the Three Incarnations?"

Feng Xia nodded in deep agreement, then gave the demon king a strange look: "You didn't happen to have a problem with your training, did you? Well, many demons aren't very bright, so it's not surprising that you might have a problem with your training..."

Ying Chengpeng stammered, "When I received the inheritance, many parts were incomplete, and those things were never mentioned..."

The more Feng Xia listened, the more she shook her head.

He was increasingly feeling indignant on behalf of the Old Ancestor of the Dust Sea.