“Your Devouring Demon Body is indeed powerful, but your strength is too weak. You can only devour a single Blood Divine Son and are far from capable of devouring the Blood Demon. Don’t think that just because you now possess strength comparable to a grandmaster, you can underestimate the Blood Demon.
The Blood Demon’s power is unfathomable. He is not only above the grandmaster level but has even touched the realm of gods.”
“What lies beyond the grandmaster realm?” Gu Qingfeng, having finally found someone knowledgeable, naturally wanted to ask for clarity.
“Beyond the grandmaster realm is the Dragon Transformation stage, a leap in the hierarchy of life. Once you undergo Dragon Transformation, it’s akin to being reborn.”
Gu Qingfeng was startled: “Dragon Transformation? Does that mean one turns into a dragon?”
It seems I can restore the noble identity of being a descendant of dragons.
Demon Pu shook his head: “Dragon Transformation doesn’t mean turning into a dragon. It’s a metaphor for evolution. A martial artist who reaches the Dragon Transformation stage is comparable to a humanoid dragon and possesses various unimaginable traits. Right now, your level is too low, and knowing these things too early won’t benefit you.”
“Then what is the realm of gods?”
“I don’t know. I only know that the realm of gods is called the Divine Realm. Those who reach the Divine Realm are akin to terrestrial immortals, mysterious and unfathomable.
However, gods only exist in legends. From ancient times to the present, there has been no record of anyone reaching such a level. It’s even uncertain whether gods truly exist in this world. That’s the realm the Blood Demon has been desperately seeking.
So now you understand the strength of the Blood Demon, right? That kind of power is far beyond your ability to handle. Unless you grow stronger, perhaps you might stand a chance, but the Blood Demon won’t give you the time to grow.”
“The Blood Demon is that strong!” Gu Qingfeng exclaimed in surprise.
Hearing Gu Qingfeng’s astonishment, Demon Pu, fearing that he might be discouraged, quickly added: “Although the Blood Demon is powerful, don’t lose heart. As long as you follow my plan, you can completely eliminate the Blood Demon.”
In truth, Demon Pu’s worry was unnecessary. Gu Qingfeng wasn’t concerned at all; instead, he was excited. He suddenly felt that whether he could become a god in the future depended on how formidable the Blood Demon was.
“Enough beating around the bush. What’s your plan?”
“For now, I can only tell you the first step of the plan. The rest can’t be revealed until we’ve established a preliminary foundation of cooperation.”
“Then tell me the first step.”
“The first step is to use your Devouring Demon Body to devour the Blood Divine Son before the Blood Demon does, thereby greatly weakening the Blood Demon’s power.
I’ll provide you with the locations of the Blood Divine Sons I know and secretly hinder the Blood Demon Cult’s search for them. The rest is up to you.
Now, I’ll give you the location of the first Blood Divine Son, which is also the closest and easiest one to obtain.”
“Where is it?”
“Wutong Prefecture, Demon Suppression Bureau, Demon Suppression Prison, third floor,” Demon Pu said solemnly.
Damn, the treasure is in my own backyard?
Gu Qingfeng was stunned. What a coincidence!
“The third floor of the Demon Suppression Prison is the most secretive place in the Demon Suppression Bureau, filled with layers of restrictions. Only the Heaven-rank Demon Eliminator, Li Qianren, can enter. How am I supposed to get in?”
Demon Pu didn’t respond but instead took out a blood-red dandelion from his pocket and handed it to Gu Qingfeng: “This dandelion was taken from my body. It can help you break through the restrictions.”
Gu Qingfeng stared at the seemingly ordinary dandelion in his hand, puzzled: “I’ve heard that the restrictions on the third floor of the Demon Suppression Prison can’t even be broken by multiple grandmasters working together. Can a single dandelion really open it?”
Demon Pu smiled faintly: “Just because grandmasters can’t break it doesn’t mean those above the grandmaster level can’t.”
Gu Qingfeng’s eyes widened in shock: “Are you above the grandmaster level? At the Dragon Transformation stage?”
“Correct,” Demon Pu finally regained a hint of his initial pride.
“Then what’s your Yin Domain?”
“I don’t have a Yin Domain.”
Gu Qingfeng was even more astonished: “You don’t have a Yin Domain, yet you’re the boss? How do the Shadow Demon and Mirror Demon submit to you?”
“No matter how strange a Yin Domain is, it can be shattered with a single punch. If not, then two punches. True power lies within oneself. You’ll understand when you reach the Dragon Transformation stage.
Enough chit-chat. I don’t have much time to stay out. Let me explain the specific details of entering the third floor of the Demon Suppression Prison.”
And so, the two began discussing the plan over tea.
Meanwhile, an unexpected visitor arrived in Wutong Prefecture that day.
High in the sky, a cold and aloof man stood with his hands behind his back, riding a majestic and enormous eagle as it soared through the heavens.
He wore a white robe, and an ancient sword was strapped to his back. His snow-white garments fluttered in the wind as he gazed down at Wutong Prefecture from above, like an immortal surveying the mortal world.
Suddenly, the aloof man felt a warmth in his chest. He took out a Bloodline Pearl from his pocket and saw that it was glowing brightly, seemingly pointing in a direction.
A faint smile finally appeared on the man’s face: “The descendant of the Sinful Bloodline, I’ve finally found you.”
With that, he guided the majestic eagle to follow the direction indicated by the Bloodline Pearl.
The aloof man was named Gu Yang, a member of the younger generation of the Gu family, one of the four great families of the capital. Before the age of thirty, he had already reached the Tough Qi Realm. Though he had only recently broken through to the first level of the Tough Qi Realm, his superior bloodline awakening made him capable of defeating even third-level Tough Qi Realm martial artists in combat.
Among the younger generation in the capital, he was a renowned figure.
Gu Yang was not only talented but also extremely diligent in his cultivation, earning him a reputation as a cultivation fanatic. This time, if it weren’t for the orders of the Gu family head, he would never have abandoned his training to come to this godforsaken place to search for some so-called descendant of the Sinful Bloodline.
Especially one with such a low-level bloodline awakening.
In his opinion, such trash didn’t deserve to return to the family. It would be better for them to live and die on their own. Unfortunately, the family head wouldn’t allow the bloodline to be lost.
Now, Gu Yang only hoped that this trash wouldn’t test his limited patience and would obediently follow him back to the family. Otherwise, he’d have no choice but to break their legs and drag them back.
......
Gu Qingfeng and Demon Pu were deep in discussion about the plan to devour the Blood Divine Son when suddenly, Demon Pu frowned and silently stared at the distant sky.
Gu Qingfeng, slightly puzzled, asked: “What’s wrong?”
“Someone’s coming, and they’re here for you.”
Gu Qingfeng was even more surprised: “Here for me?”
He focused his senses, and after a moment, he finally detected it—there was indeed someone riding a mount flying through the sky.
“There is someone, but how do you know they’re here for me?”
“Because I sense the same dragon bloodline in him as in you. He must be a member of your clan.”
This made Gu Qingfeng even more curious. So, he wasn’t an orphan after all—there were still members of his clan alive.
As he pondered this, a sharp eagle cry echoed from the distance.
Immediately after, a fierce wind arose, and a majestic eagle, as large as a small plane, descended from the sky. On the eagle’s back, a cold and aloof man looked down at Gu Qingfeng and Demon Pu with a haughty gaze.
“Which one of you is surnamed Gu?”
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
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