"Damn it! What the hell is this thing?" Within the confines of the Spirit Refining Tower, Xiao Yan's voice trembled with rage. His body was drenched in blood, skin cracked and steaming as waves of sinister blood-red energy rampaged inside him. Even with all four of his Heavenly Flames in full force—bolstered by the power of his soul fire—he still couldn't suppress the overwhelming blood fiendish aura.
'No other choice… I'll have to gamble everything!' Xiao Yan's mind raced as his hands rapidly formed seals. His Dou Qi surged wildly, redirecting the flood of fiendish aura into the pathways of the Infinite Void Demon Body. As the dark current began to circulate through his body, the golden luster of his Glazed Body faded, replaced by a dark crimson glow that pulsed ominously from his skin.
He hadn't yet gathered all the materials needed to cultivate the Infinite Void Demon Body, but these demonic energies were proving to be a terrifying substitute—perhaps even more potent than what he had initially planned. The danger, however, far exceeded anything he had faced before. Compared to when he had tempered his body with the Glazed Gold Physique, this was a thousand times deadlier.
Only someone like Xiao Yan would even dare to consider such a reckless approach—using sheer killing intent and blood essence to forge his body. If he failed, there would be no second chance. The cursed sword's power had already pushed him past his limits; if he couldn't dispel this energy, death was inevitable.
As the Infinite Void Demon Body circulated at full power, the blood pool below began to tremble. Streams of crimson mist surged from the lake as though drawn to Xiao Yan's body. From a distance, it looked like a vortex of blood spiraling toward him—its origin none other than the young man struggling to contain the storm within.
'Not good… there's too much of it!' Xiao Yan winced as his skin cracked open again and again under the relentless pressure. Blood poured from his pores, painting his entire body red like a demon from ancient myths.
Even amidst the agony, Xiao Yan managed to remain barely conscious. He opened his left palm, and a flame of deep red ignited silently—it was the Blood Fiend Flame, crafted from the blood essence of thousands of fire-attributed Magic Beasts. Since it too was born of blood, it could likely accept the invading aura—at least temporarily.
More importantly, he had not yet fused with this particular flame. Should something go awry, he could discard it without severe consequence. The other flames, however, were fully merged with his body. If corrupted, purging them would be far more difficult.
Sure enough, the moment the Blood Fiend Flame appeared, the wrathful energy within his body surged toward it like it had found a proper outlet. As the chaos diminished slightly, Xiao Yan could finally breathe.
However, the reprieve didn't last long. He soon sensed that the Blood Fiend Flame was becoming saturated. The sinister aura that had been partially redirected now began to overflow, resuming its rampage inside him.
'This won't hold… I need another vessel!' Gritting his teeth through the pain, Xiao Yan searched for alternatives. Fire wouldn't do. What he needed now was something incomparably sturdy—capable of enduring the raw corrosive force of the killing aura.
Then it hit him.
His eyes lit up as he summoned the Heavy Xuan Ruler. Gripping its hilt tightly, he guided the fiendish currents into the weapon. Forged from Fallen Flame Black Iron, the Heavy Xuan Ruler was one of the toughest materials in existence—on par with some ancient divine weapons. In Xiao Yan's estimation, only those of Dou Zun level or higher could even hope to scratch it.
As the sinister aura poured into the ruler, the engravings on its surface subtly changed color—from faint silver to dark crimson. Now, the weapon bore a terrifying resemblance to the black demonic sword that had invaded Xiao Yan's body just moments ago.
With the pressure inside his body lessened once more, Xiao Yan took a deep breath and refocused his efforts on the Infinite Void Demon Body technique.
Meanwhile, the blood lake outside continued to react. Streams of its essence ignited, transforming into patches of eerie blood-colored flames. They slowly enveloped Xiao Yan's body.
Rather than resist, Xiao Yan formed a seal with one hand and guided the flames inward. The burning essence melted into his veins, merging with his blood. An intricate, dark-red demonic seal began forming on his skin, etching itself along his chest, arms, and back like a living tattoo.
The moment the seal was completed, Xiao Yan's eyes slowly opened. No longer pitch black, his pupils now glowed a demonic crimson. A monstrous aura roared out from within him—like a primordial beast awakened from slumber. A wave of blood-colored light exploded from his form, transforming the entire space around him into a thick, boiling sea of blood.
With the space trembling, the four giant skeletons around the blood pool began to crack and crumble. The crystals embedded in their chests—originally thought to be magic cores—melted and transformed into four streams of elemental energy, each a different color. These streams spiraled toward Xiao Yan and merged into his body.
At the moment they entered, Xiao Yan threw his head back and let out a long roar.
From his mouth echoed not just a human voice, but dragon howls, tiger roars, phoenix cries, and a fourth, more cryptic shriek—one too ancient to name. The surrounding space quaked violently, and faint fractures appeared in the dimensional walls. If Xiao Yan had paired this roar with a sound-type Dou Technique, the resulting destruction would have been unfathomable.
At his back, a pair of wings burst forth—deep crimson and crackling with power. Enhanced by the energy of the avian beast and the blood pool's strengthening effect, his Nine Nether Wings had undergone a terrifying transformation.
Though he had not yet tested their flight, Xiao Yan could feel it in his bones—if he activated these wings at full strength, even Dou Shengs might not be able to catch him.
However, this came at a great cost. Just a few seconds after deploying the wings, Xiao Yan felt one-tenth of his Dou Qi reserves drain away. At this rate, even with the powerful Earth High-Rank Flame Mantra and his current Dou Zun cultivation, he could only sustain the form for a few minutes at most.
'If I want to wield this power freely, the Flame Mantra must evolve to the Heavenly Rank…'
Still, the wings were a trump card—one that could very well save his life when the odds turned against him.
(End of Chapter)
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