The Demon Lord of All Forms

"You have advanced to the Refinement God realm!" Zhang Lengshan exclaimed from within the mountain of flesh.

Yun Weiyang's aura surged, and pure white demonic energy burned around him like flames, evaporating the splattered blood into mist.

"Even these mortal ants can advance," Yun Weiyang said calmly. "Why do you think that I, as a true disciple, cannot advance?"

"You are a true disciple!" Fear appeared in Zhang Lengshan's voice for the first time. As an inner disciple for ten years, he naturally knew the power of the many true disciples of the Nine Nether Sect.

The mountain of flesh writhed wildly, and countless beams of blood surged from its depths, transforming into broadswords, spears, giant lances, arrows, iron chains, cages... Hundreds of perfect-level martial arts essences condensed simultaneously, bombarding Yun Weiyang with overwhelming force.

These martial arts essences come from all the grandmasters Zhang Lengshan has devoured over the past 120 years; each one is powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, causing natural changes.

Yun Weiyang soared into the air, her sword fingers flashing. Countless white dragons flew across the sky, and the sound of the Sky-Shattering Sword Cry rang out. Hundreds of white dragon swords flew from Yun Weiyang's fingertips, colliding with the incoming martial intent.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The deafening roar continued incessantly, shattering the rocks on the mountaintop, with fragments of rock tumbling down the mountainside like rain.

The white dragon and the true meaning of martial arts intertwined and collided in the sky, turning into countless tiny points of light, like a dazzling fireworks display.

Yun Weiyang's figure weaved through the fireworks, her sword fingers pointing out, and dazzling sword lights flashed and crisscrossed, startling bursts of thunder and lightning.

The sword light slashed at the mountain of flesh, tearing open deep wounds, blood gushing out, and Zhang Lengshan screamed in agony.

"You really are a piece of trash." Yun Weiyang's voice came from the sky, filled with undisguised mockery: "Your so-called refinement of spirit is just swallowing all these people's martial arts essence whole into your body? You've been in this Canghuang Realm for 120 years and still haven't condensed your own martial arts essence? You've really shown me the lowest limit of humanity."

Zhang Lengshan roared repeatedly, and the martial arts essence on the mountain of flesh bombarded Yun Weiyang even more frantically.

But Yun Weiyang's figure flickered erratically, and suddenly dozens of Yun Weiyangs appeared in the sky. Each one was lifelike, even their auras were exactly the same.

The blades and spears on the mountain of flesh pierced through the phantoms, but did not harm Yun Weiyang's true form.

Yun Weiyang's true form had now appeared directly above the mountain of flesh.

With a slap of his right hand, hundreds of dazzling white dragon swords condensed in Yun Weiyang's palm, transforming into an extremely brilliant sword imprint, like a mountain forged from sword light, falling from the sky.

The sword imprint crushed the martial arts essences blocking its path and slammed into the mountain of flesh.

Boom!

Flesh and blood exploded.

Blood splattered into the sky, and a third of the mountain of flesh was annihilated by the sword imprint, turning into a cloud of blood mist. The remaining flesh writhed on the ground, emitting a piercing hiss.

The blood-red light slowly contracted, and the mountain of flesh transformed back into Zhang Lengshan's appearance. He was old, withered, and covered in blood, lying paralyzed on the ground, looking at Yun Weiyang who was slowly descending, his eyes filled with terror.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!" Zhang Lengshan's voice was hoarse and urgent: "I can tell you the 'Luo Tian Greed Magic,' I can help you rule this world..."

Yun Weiyang ignored him, walked up to Zhang Lengshan, and with a burst of sword light from her palm, severed Zhang Lengshan's head.

Zhang Lengshan's head rolled twice on the ground, his eyes still open, his mouth still agape, and the flesh on his neck still writhing, trying to regrow.

Yun Weiyang placed her foot on the still-wriggling corpse and pressed her right hand on its head.

Zhang Lengshan's soul was swallowed by him.

Like a long-dried-up river finally receiving a flood, Zhang Lengshan's memories, experiences, techniques, and insights all poured into Yun Weiyang's consciousness.

This contains the complete "Luo Tian Greedy Magic," hundreds of perfect-level martial arts essences, and fragments of all the living beings Zhang Lengshan has devoured in the Canghuang Realm over the past 120 years.

Yun Weiyang closed her eyes.

The text of "Luo Tian Greedy Magic" unfolded in his consciousness. The cultivation method of the Blood Sea uses the essence, blood and soul of others to strengthen oneself. It is cruel and efficient. Compared with "Zhuanmo Scripture", "Luo Tian Greedy Magic" is more brutal, more direct and more primitive. However, it has one advantage: it is fast. As long as there is enough flesh and blood, the cultivator can break through the realm in a very short time.

Yun Weiyang memorized the "Luo Tian Greedy Magic" and then began to digest these martial arts truths.

One, two, three...

Hundreds of martial arts essences circulated within Yun Weiyang's body, like hundreds of imprisoned dragons.

Yun Weiyang did not swallow them whole, but instead used the supernatural powers she had awakened after advancing to the Refining Spirit realm to absorb them one by one and integrate them into her primordial spirit.

Half an hour later, the last trace of martial arts essence disappeared into Yun Weiyang's body.

Yun Weiyang opened her eyes and flicked her finger.

Sword light descended like a rain curtain, hazy and dreamlike, falling from the sky and enveloping the mountain peak beneath their feet, causing the rocks to shatter silently into dust.

With her five fingers spread out, invisible ripples spread across the void, and deep cuts appeared on the cliff beneath Yun Weiyang's feet, crisscrossing as if torn apart by the claws of a giant beast.

Yun Weiyang withdrew her hand, looked at her palm, and nodded in satisfaction.

"good."

Turning around, Yun Weiyang walked down the mountain.

Behind them, Zhang Lengshan's corpse and head were slowly turning into a pool of blood, seeping into the cracks in the rocks.

Over the next three months, a strange event occurred in the Azure Realm.

One by one, the grandmasters of the Great Xia Dynasty began to advance in rank. Those veteran generals, hermits, and patriarchs of aristocratic families who had been stuck at the peak of the grandmaster realm for many years suddenly had a flash of inspiration one day, broke through the bottleneck, and stepped into the realm of grandmaster.

At the same time, the remaining demon generals of the demon kingdom also advanced and transformed into demon kings.

In an instant, grandmasters emerged like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

However, every newly promoted Grandmaster would mysteriously disappear within three days of their advancement. No one knew where they went or who took them away. Some said it was revenge by the remnants of the Demon Kingdom, some said it was the Emperor of Great Xia eliminating dissidents, and some said it was a calamity from heaven.

Only Yun Weiyang knows the truth.

For three months, he traveled throughout the Canghuang Realm, finding each newly promoted Grandmaster, devouring their souls, and seizing their martial arts essence—one, two, three…

Beside a cliff in the Cangmang Mountains, Yun Weiyang found the last newly promoted Grandmaster.

This is a woman in white, with an exquisitely beautiful face and a cold demeanor. She is a demon king from the demon kingdom who has been living in seclusion in the deep mountains since transforming into human form.

Looking at Yun Weiyang, the woman's eyes were filled with fear. She had heard of this person's name and knew that he was the mastermind behind the destruction of the demon kingdom.