In an instant, the blood and qi within the nine treasured cauldrons surged like a tide into that Law God Chain. It seemed as though this divine chain of laws was about to be fully condensed from illusion into reality. However, the amount of blood and qi consumed in the process was unimaginably vast. One could clearly see endless torrents of blood and qi continuously pouring into the Law God Chain. The entire chain began to condense at a speed visible to the naked eye, transforming from the void into solid reality.
"The Law God Chain is formed by three thousand Law God Rings connected together. Each Law God Ring requires 129,600 streams of blood and qi—equivalent to 129,600 dragon force—to condense. To form a complete chain of three thousand rings, it requires a total of 388,800,000 dragon force. Even at the pinnacle of the Dao Proving Realm, reaching the peak of the Nine Revolutions of body refinement, one only needs nine million dragon force."
Yi Tianxing looked at the violet cauldron in which the Law God Chain was forming, his heart filled with bitterness.
Accumulating nine million dragon force was already unimaginably difficult, a goal that ordinary body refiners could never accomplish in their entire lifetime.
Reaching the Nine Revolutions of body refinement was already the extreme limit.
But to then condense a Law God Chain, to shatter all shackles, prove the Dao through sheer strength, and achieve Hunyuan—such a feat was nothing more than a dream. With only nine million dragon force, one could at most condense sixty-nine or seventy rings. Compared to the required three thousand, the gap was unimaginably vast, as large as heaven and earth.
This was the true difficulty of proving the Dao through strength.
To complete such a massive accumulation, to prove the Dao by force, was nearly impossible—like climbing to the heavens themselves.
All the blood and qi within his body instantly transformed into Law God Rings. Then, the primordial power flowing back from the Hongmeng Heavenly Emperor Tower continued to pour in at an unbelievable speed, so that the condensation of the rings did not halt in the slightest. The chain was still forming rapidly.
One ring!Two rings!
In the blink of an eye, over a hundred Law God Rings materialized from illusion into substance.
The feedback from the supreme treasure, from forty-five Great Thousand Worlds, from the boundless chaos—this vast power was enough to make one ascend to the heavens in a single step. With this ocean-like origin force, the Law God Chain condensed rapidly.
It devoured qi and blood, it refined origin force, without the slightest rejection. Out of the three thousand total rings, when the feedback was finally exhausted, as many as fifteen hundred had condensed into substance. In other words, half of the chain was now real.
The power within his body had already far surpassed the limits of the Nine Revolutions. If a Dao Proving mighty one stood before Yi Tianxing, just relying on physical strength alone, one punch from him would blast that being into dust. Even a Saint would not be beyond his fist. He now dared to contend with a Hunyuan.
Such power could shake heaven and earth.
"Perfect!!"
When the feedback faded and the Hongmeng Heavenly Emperor Tower sank back into silence, Yi Tianxing slowly opened his eyes, a single word escaping his lips. In his perception, this moment was nothing less than perfection.
To hold such mighty power within one's body—this was a feeling beyond imagination.
With his current strength, even if he walked out of the Great Yi Immortal Court into the outer world, he could still battle a Hunyuan-level powerhouse, even kill them outright. This was power that was overwhelming, ferocious beyond compare.
And now, no one knew. It could be his hidden trump card.
Whoever dared underestimate him, whoever dared make a move against him, would be shown the true meaning of tragedy.
Eternal Era, Year 120.
The Eternal World entered a special period.
The Ming He proved the Dao of Hunyuan, becoming a Saint, directly veiling the vision of the Hongmeng Heavenly Emperor Tower's promotion to an supreme treasure. Without many knowing, Great Yi's foundation once again increased. But the news of Ming He attainment of sainthood did not circulate for long.
All races, all cultivators, were distracted and seized by something far greater in impact.
That was the Demonic Calamity.
The influence of the Demonic Calamity spread further and further.
Threads of black demonic miasma began to contaminate the land.
Many spiritual plants withered, many varieties of flora and trees went extinct.
Scenes of desolation constantly emerged across countless realms.
Twenty years had passed.
From the initial emergence of the Demonic Calamity until now, two full decades had gone by.
During these twenty years—
The Great Yi Immortal Court remained relatively calm.
Most of its strength was focused entirely on the war against the Eternal Night.
In Eternal Era Year 103, the first God-Demon Well was opened. Three years later, the second was activated, its coordinates landing once more in an Eternal Night star-world. With a devastating strike, that world was shattered into fragments in the clash between Great Yi and Eternal Night. Then, Eternal Night dispatched vast armies into the second Well, creating a new battlefield of brutal slaughter.
Within this second God-Demon Well, stationed was none other than a wicked corpse avatar of Ming He himself. With a Saint holding the line, no accidents would occur.
And for a Saint, sitting in a God-Demon Well also brought immense benefits—an increase in fortune, an increase in merit, and even further potential.
No Saint would miss such an opportunity.
Besides, this war was itself the embodiment of great righteousness.
Over twenty years, nine God-Demon Wells were successively opened.
Nine battlefields were fully established within Great Yi's domain.
Outwardly, Great Yi seemed harmonious and peaceful. But within the God-Demon Wells, soldiers fell by the countless every moment, and innumerable cultivators fought to the death in blood-drenched battles.
Powerhouses of all races gathered there.
Every battlefield was soaked in blood. Every day was filled with slaughter.
In the tenth year, news erupted that shook all mighty ones—
Zhenyuanzi, within the God-Demon Well, had successively slain thirteen Eternal Night mighty ones, gaining immeasurable merit. With that merit, he gained recognition from Heaven and proved the Dao of Hunyuan, becoming the Patriarch of Earth Immortals, famed throughout the realms.
This news instantly drew a surge of mighty ones from all races to the God-Demon Wells. Many great beings who had remained hidden within their clans could no longer endure, and rushed to Great Yi to join the war.
To them, merit was the key to the heavens—not a separate Dao, but a divine token to exchange for Heaven's recognition, loosening shackles and allowing one's Dao to ascend.
Seeing with their own eyes that one could indeed ascend to Hunyuan through merit, countless mighty ones were secretly ecstatic. If Zhenyuanzi could do it, then they could as well. And where could more merit be earned than in the God-Demon Wells?
Thus, they came, uninvited but eager.
War in the God-Demon Wells burned like fire.
Inside Great Yi itself, however, peace prevailed. Though the Demonic Calamity affected the land, it was suppressed to the lowest possible degree. Thanks to the endless resources pouring from the Heaven-Earth Cave Mansions, even with Great Yi's countless billions of people, no famine or hunger ever occurred. Supplies were always abundant, without the slightest shortage.
But that was only within Great Yi.
In many other realms, immense change had already begun.
Twenty years of the Demonic Calamity had sunk its roots deep, transforming everything.
The Moon-Worship Realm.
This realm lay adjacent to Great Yi's territory. Rugged mountains and abundant waters stretched across its vast expanse. The dominant force was the Moon-Worship Cult, with its leader as the Moon-Worship Patriarch—a figure of immense power. The cult's doctrine sought to build a loving human world, a great harmonious society, cleansing all filth and sin from humanity.
The realm was predominantly human, especially of the Miao people, divided into White Miao and Black Miao. The Miao excelled at the art of gu worms. Within the realm existed the secular kingdom of Nanzhao, not an imperial dynasty but a worldly monarchy, which submitted under the Moon-Worship Cult. In Nanzhao, the cult's commands carried supreme authority—even the throne could change hands overnight if the Patriarch willed it.
The people worshiped the Moon-Worship Patriarch with near-fanatic devotion.
They truly sought to reshape the world according to the cult's ideals.
Yet before the Patriarch could act, the Demonic Calamity arrived.
Across the mountains stood countless Miao villages.
In one, called the Qianzhong Village, tens of thousands of Miao lived.
The people wore unique clothing of distinct Miao style. The village was large, capable of housing over a hundred thousand. They hunted and planted crops, sustaining themselves.
But now—the village exuded only decay and despair. The atmosphere was oppressive. Most people looked pale and sickly, their faces gaunt, their bodies wasted. They were so thin that even a gust of wind could knock them over.
Many simply lay in corners, unmoving, too weak to lift their heads.
"The hunting party has returned!"
A voice called out.
Countless eyes turned toward the gate.
There, a team of a hundred trudged in. They too looked wan and silent. Their faces were grave. At most, they carried a single rabbit, a scrawny bird, and a cloth sack filled with wild herbs and roots.
"Patriarch… there are no more animals left in the area."
(End of Chapter)