Compatibility between Demonic Seeds and Demonic Paths

In the Demon Realm, within the body of every demonic cultivator, a Demonic Seed is nurtured from birth.

That is the foundation of the demonic path, the fundamental basis by which the Demon Race distinguishes talent.

The grade of the Demonic Seed, from lowest to highest, is divided into nine tiers: Mortal Demonic Seed, Turbid Demonic Seed, Pure Demonic Seed, Heavenly Demonic Seed, True Demonic Seed, Emperor Demonic Seed, Saint Demonic Seed, Formless Demonic Seed, and Primordial Demonic Seed.

However, the talent of a demonic cultivator does not solely depend on the grade of their Demonic Seed; it also depends on their innate comprehension and affinity with the origin of the demonic path.

That is an innate ability to be close to and understand the origin of the demonic path.

This affinity is also divided into five tiers: Demon Affinity, Demon Guidance, Demon Mastery, Demon Lord, and Demon Self.

However, even if one possesses the comprehension of Demon Self, if the grade of their Demonic Seed is too low, they will still be firmly suppressed.

No matter how high the comprehension is, without a Demonic Seed of sufficient grade to bear it, one ultimately cannot go far.

Gu Changyuan's ten disciples, without exception, were all existences at the level of Demon Self; their innate comprehension of the demonic path was top-notch.

In the Jiuxiao Realm, the Primordial Demonic Seed did not exist.

Not only that, but the Formless Demonic Seed was also outrageously rare, and it would slumber within a demonic cultivator's body in a hidden state.

It would only awaken upon gathering specific heavenly materials and earthly treasures, or encountering the triggering factors of a fortuitous chance.

As for the Saint Demonic Seed, it was already the apex existence in today's Demon Realm. It was hard to produce even one among billions of demonic cultivators, truly standing out like a crane among a flock of chickens, and would be highly valued in any race.

Before awakening, a Formless Demonic Seed would disguise itself as any of the previous eight tiers.

Those with good luck would have it disguised as a Saint Demonic Seed, raised as a genius from a young age, showered with resources, and enjoying a smooth journey.

Those with bad luck would have it disguised as a Mortal Demonic Seed, viewed as trash for their entire lives until they died of old age, with the Formless Demonic Seed within them—capable of shaking a realm—remaining unknown to anyone.

What was even more cruel was that to test whether a person had the potential for a Formless Demonic Seed required an extremely complex secret art, consuming a massive amount of rare materials to complete the test.

Therefore, in the Jiuxiao Demon Realm, no demon race would easily perform a Formless test for their clansmen.

Unless they were certain the other party had the possibility of Formless aptitude and was worth paying such a price, no one would waste their effort to gamble on that illusory Formless aptitude.

And this point exactly suited Gu Changyuan's intentions for taking in disciples.

Because he had a system!

The power of the system ignored all rules of the Demon Realm and bypassed all hidden shackles.

With just a glance, he could clearly see the complete aptitude of any demonic cultivator.

Whether it was the grade of the Demonic Seed or the affinity with the demonic path, nothing could hide.

It was precisely by relying on this system that he picked out these ten disciples with the aptitude of Demon Self from among billions of demonic cultivators.

Among his ten disciples, Mo Yingluo, Mo Yingyue, Nine Faces, Yin Wugou, Xie Yunjie, and Huo Guhong all possessed Formless Demonic Seeds.

One must know that in the entire Jiuxiao Demon Realm, the total number of Formless Demonic Seeds did not exceed twenty.

Moreover, most of those alive today were ancestral figures of the Demon Race, each an existence who had lived for eons with unfathomable strength, controlling the authority of the Demon Race.

Gu Changyuan's Heavenly Demon Sect alone had six Formless Demonic Seeds; this foundation, looking at the entire Demon Realm, was a uniquely terrifying existence.

After taking them in, Gu Changyuan set about awakening their Formless Demonic Seeds.

After the awakening was complete, he used the system to set an extremely concealed aura seal on them.

That seal was enough to isolate all external prying, ensuring that no one, not even those Demon Realm ancestors personally investigating, could detect the true grade of the Formless Demonic Seeds within their bodies.

At that time, they were still too weak.

If the outside world discovered that the Heavenly Demon Sect had six Formless seedlings, the structure of the entire Demon Realm would be shaken.

Those veteran factions that had entrenched themselves in the Demon Realm for countless eons would absolutely not allow such a terrifying potential threat to grow safely.

They would pay any price, either snatching them away or strangling them, to nip the threat in the bud.

Therefore, this secret had to be buried deep in their hearts, buried in the dust.

And now...

A thousand years had passed, and the saplings of the past had become towering giant trees.

Six Formless Demon Ancestors, all at the Half-Immortal realm, with monstrous combat power.

Even if they were to announce it widely now, proclaiming to the entire Demon Realm that their Heavenly Demon Sect had six Formless, those veteran factions that could have once easily crushed them could only swallow their broken teeth, not daring to make the slightest rash move.

Six Half-Immortal level Formless Demon Ancestors were enough to make any existence with ulterior motives carefully weigh their own capabilities.

......

After taking his seat, Gu Changyuan naturally, once again, told his disciples about his encounters in the Ruins of Disorder.

After finishing his experiences in the Ruins of Disorder, he also added a rough summary of his affairs in the Human Realm and Demon Realm after returning to the Jiuxiao Realm.

It was just that...

The scene was somewhat... subtle.

Because from the moment Gu Changyuan began to speak, the two beside him began a rather bizarre operation.

Mo Yingluo sat on his right.

Mo Yingyue sat on his left.

The actions of the two sisters were almost synchronized.

As they listened to Gu Changyuan speak, they reached out to take spirit fruits, peeled them, and then placed them into the jade saucer in front of Gu Changyuan.

Gu Changyuan spoke while occasionally glancing at the small saucer.

At first, he didn't think much of it—disciples being filial, it was understandable.

But as time passed, the small saucer filled up.

Then, they started piling them up.

A second layer.

A third layer.

But the two girls seemed completely unaware, continuing without stopping, abruptly stacking them up to over a dozen layers.

Gu Changyuan found it amusing at first, secretly wondering how many layers these two girls could stack.

But looking at the neatly stacked, steady-as-a-mountain tower of spirit fruits, he couldn't help but mutter in his heart:

This thing, stacked so high, how does it not show the slightest sign of toppling?

Isn't this sense of balance a bit too ridiculous?

Doesn't a single spirit fruit only have one point of support? How is it not falling down?!

The matters of immortal cultivation are very magical, aren't they.

Gu Changyuan finally couldn't help but speak, his tone carrying a bit of helplessness:

"Alright, alright, Little Luo, Little Yue, it's high enough. If you stack any more, it's going to fall. Eat some yourselves, don't just focus on peeling them for me."

Hearing their master's words, the two sisters stopped their actions at the exact same moment.

They looked up, glanced at the precarious tower of spirit fruits, and then looked at the complex and indescribable expression on their master's face.

The corners of Mo Yingluo's mouth curled up into a barely noticeable arc.

Mo Yingyue silently retracted her hand, lowered her eyes, and hid that tiny trace of satisfaction in the depths of her gaze.

And the eight disciples behind them, at this moment, let out a collective sigh of relief.

The hearts that had been hanging in their throats finally settled back into their stomachs.

They were naturally listening attentively to what their master was saying; after all, having disappeared for over a thousand years, they all wanted to know what their master had experienced during this time.

But...

That increasingly absurd lump of a "building" gradually rising from the hands of the two senior sisters... anyone catching a glimpse of it from the corner of their eye wouldn't be able to resist taking a second look.

Not to mention the fact that it was situated right in front of their Master.

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