NABC Chapter 1230: Two-Tailed Devil Spirit, Demon Soldiers Come to Pay Homage!
Chapter 1230: Two-Tailed Devil Spirit, Demon Soldiers Come to Pay Homage!
In order to resurrect the Sword Ancestor’s Dao Lineage, Ning Fan sacrificed a lot of devil blood, and his Ancient Demon Ancestor Blood was completely depleted.
Because of this, Ning Fan’s vitality appears quite weak, which, in the eyes of Bei Xiao Man and her mother, became undeniable evidence that Ning Fan was "gravely ill."
Reflecting on Ning Fan’s slightly pale complexion, Yuan Yao became even more determined to treat Ning Fan.
She sent a message to Longevity Island, claiming she had a favor to ask. However, her message seemed to have vanished into thin air, as there was no reply from Longevity Island.
...
Northern Sky, Longevity Island.
Longevity Island is the residence of Changsang Daoist, one of the nine great blessed lands of the Northern Sky. On the island, the seasons are like spring, and spiritual energy is abundant. Everywhere the eye can see, it is nothing but endless lush herbal fields.
If one were unaware, they would surely be enchanted by the beauty of these endless herbal fields.
Only those Eternal Old Freaks with strong Divine Sense can perceive that beneath these herbal fields, countless bones of failed cultivators lie buried, all having once sought medicine and treatment here.
People only know Changsang Daoist for his miraculous skills and benevolent heart, as someone who saves the world.
What they don’t know is that to get Changsang Daoist to help, one must pay a great price and take great risks.
First, one must kneel on Longevity Island for a thousand years to express sincerity.
Secondly, one must complete the nine trials set by Changsang Daoist. Only by passing all of them can one qualify for his help; failure means death.
The nine trials are extremely difficult, and seven to eight out of ten people seeking medicine die in the trials, eventually burying their bones in the herbal fields, turning into fertilizer.
At this moment, four disciples of the Longevity School, surrounded by seven-colored luck, are conducting the nine trials for a group of medicine seekers.
These four disciples are all Immortal Emperors, with peculiar appearances: one tall, one short, one fat, and one skinny. Due to the luck surrounding them, one can only vaguely see their outlines, not their specific facial features.
The nine trials are underway when suddenly, among the four disciples, the skinny Immortal Emperor let out a soft "ah," swiftly stretched out his palm to capture a message-transmitting flying sword from beyond the starry sky.
"Another seeker?" asked the tallest Immortal Emperor rather impolitely, the first disciple of Changsang Daoist, whose immortal title is Emperor Dongwen.
"It’s the palace lord of the Lost World Palace, just a Shedding Void girl," the skinny Immortal Emperor disdainfully replied; he was the fourth disciple of Changsang Daoist, titled Emperor Beiwen.
"For whom is this girl seeking medicine? Is it for her master, the Old Lady of the Western Palace? If so, it might be considered, but I don’t recall Master ever helping the Old Lady of the Western Palace..." questioned the second disciple, Emperor Nanwen.
"She isn’t seeking medicine for the Old Lady, it seems she is doing it for one of her juniors..."
"Then just ignore her! This girl truly doesn’t understand the rules; even those Eternal Immortal Venerables have to kneel for a thousand years when seeking medicine from Longevity Island! This girl’s just a Shedding Void, yet her arrogance is boundless. Hehe, sending a message for medicine as if she were an Immortal King or Immortal Emperor?" scoffed the third disciple, Emperor Xiwen.
"Third Brother is right. We should quickly complete the trials for this batch of medicine seekers and not waste time on some little girl from the Lost World Palace!"
To these high and mighty Immortal Emperors, wasn’t Yuan Yao just a little girl? The name of the palace lord of the Lost World Palace hardly frightened them.
Thus, Yuan Yao’s message naturally disappeared without a trace and received no response.
After several days, Yuan Yao hadn’t received any reply, clearly understanding Longevity Island’s stance.
"Looks like I have to personally go to Longevity Island, only then might there be a chance to resolve this..." Yuan Yao sighed helplessly.
She didn’t misunderstand the rules, nor was she unwilling to personally go to Longevity Island and kneel for a thousand years.
The problem is, as the second round of the grand competition approaches, how could the Lost World Palace permit the palace lord to leave? Of course, it’s impossible.
Only after the three rounds of the grand competition are entirely over can she plan to visit Longevity Island. Otherwise, just her master alone would never let her leave the island; truly her hands are tied.
"After the grand competition is over, I will personally go to Longevity Island..." Yuan Yao secretly resolved.
...
Ning Fan’s loss of devil blood is indeed a problem that needs solving.
Fortunately, he acquired a large quantity of Ancient Demon Blood Wine from the Qinglian Sword Clan. As long as he completely refines these blood wines, the lost devil blood can be easily replenished.
The only issue is the severe damage to the Symbol of Devil Raising, making repairs difficult.
Previously, to resurrect the Sword Ancestor’s Dao Lineage, Ning Fan sacrificed all the Ancient Demon Ancestor Blood, totaling ten drops of Ancestor Blood.
Among these ten drops of Ancestor Blood, six were cultivated directly at the Qinglian Sword Clan, which was less troublesome as they hadn’t merged with the Symbol of Devil Raising. Even if lost, the damage to the Symbol wasn’t significant; the problem lies with the initial four drops of Ancestor Blood, which had already merged with the Symbol. The forced sacrifice resulted in all 236 strokes of the Symbol breaking, and each needs repairing.
Refining the Ancient Demon Blood Wine doesn’t take much time.
Repairing the Symbol, however, absolutely cannot be completed within three to five days.
"Mistress Xiao Man, I have an urgent matter and need to enter the Lost World Tower. Is there a Lost World Tower that allows free entry and exit? I’d like to enter and close the door for a few days, and when the second round begins, I will naturally emerge as your Chess Soldier." Ning Fan asked.
"You want to enter the Lost World Tower? No, you can’t; the second round of the grand competition is imminent, and all the power of time from the Sea of Ages has been channeled into the Four Corners Chess Realm, all Lost World Towers are sealed, so going in is of no use... wait, why not go directly to the Four Corners Chess Realm to cultivate? The time flow within the Four Corners Chess Realm is one ten-thousandth of the outside world, and the time flow there is unrestricted by cultivation level, wouldn’t it be better for you to go directly to the Four Corners Chess Realm!" Bei Xiao Man replied.
The Four Corners Chess Realm that Bei Xiao Man mentions is where all the Chess Soldiers battle when the second round begins.
"There are five days until the second round begins. Is it inappropriate for me to go in early?" Ning Fan asked.
"Don’t worry, I am, after all, the Fourth Miss of Yishi Palace, and I have this level of authority. There are five days until the second round, which means you can seclude yourself in the Chess Realm for fifty thousand days and nights. Such a long time should suffice for you. Oh, this ’Chess Demon’ token you must carry, as when the second round begins, this token will be your credential in the Four Corners Chess Realm."
Bei Xiao Man handed Ning Fan a token identifying his status.
This was the credential for Ning Fan’s participation in the second round, with the token’s front carved in two lines.
’Demon’
’Bei Xiao Man’
This meant that Ning Fan was Bei Xiao Man’s Chess Soldier, and his type among god, demon, spirit, immortal, and ghost was ’demon’.
The back of the token also had two lines carved.
’Chess Realm Talisman None’
’Military Achievements None’
"What is the Chess Realm Talisman?" Ning Fan asked casually.
"Once the second round begins, all Chess Soldiers within the realm will randomly receive three Chess Realm Talismans. If you want more, you’ll need to purchase them. Speaking of Chess Realm Talismans, these are extremely important and are ancient talismans that can only be used within the Chess Realm..."
On and on, Bei Xiao Man explained at length, covering nearly ten thousand words.
Thus, this part had to cut out the ten thousand-word explanation.
"Alright, I get it," Ning Fan said indifferently.
"Really understood? Remembered all three thousand types of Chess Realm Talismans, their effects, and prices?" Bei Xiao Man asked skeptically.
"Yeah, remembered them all. So once the second round starts, I just have to eliminate all enemies I encounter."
"No, you haven’t understood at all..." Bei Xiao Man sighed and massaged her forehead.
"Forget it, when I chose you to be my Chess Soldier, I never expected you to achieve much. You don’t want to remember these rules, then don’t. Once the second round begins, I will assign other Chess Soldiers and Generals to protect you. Just keep yourself safe, that’s the most important; remember that you’re ill, so don’t brave danger. If, during the battle, enemy Chess Soldiers come to kill you, just run away; if you can’t escape, don’t worry, for there won’t be actual death in the Chess Realm..." Bei Xiao Man repeatedly instructed.
...
Therefore, Ning Fan had the privilege to enter the Four Corners Chess Realm five days ahead of time.
The Four Corners Chess Realm was a damaged Great Thousand World, controlled by Yishi Palace, only opened during the second round of the tournament and closed at other times, barring any entry.
The rules for the second round demanded the disciples of Yishi Palace’s three palaces to compete with six-game chess skills outside while their chosen Chess Soldiers would battle within the Four Corners Chess Realm based on the chess moves.
For instance, if Bei Xiao Man moved the chess piece representing Ning Fan, correspondingly, Ning Fan’s location within the realm would change as ordered.
If Bei Xiao Man decided to use Ning Fan to capture another piece, Ning Fan would engage in battle with the Chess Soldier representing that piece.
If Ning Fan defeated the Chess Soldier, capturing the piece would be successful.
If Ning Fan couldn’t match the opponent, then capturing the piece would fail.
Bei Xiao Man was highly skilled at chess, but the strength of her Chess Soldier was equally vital; otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to capture enemy pieces and achieve victory.
The battles between Chess Soldiers wouldn’t cause actual deaths, thanks to a special power contained within the Four Corners Chess Realm, allowing any Chess Soldier fallen in the realm to be resurrected outside of it.
Battles between Chess Soldiers involved both comparing cultivations and applying combat techniques, one of which was the effective use of Chess Realm Talismans.
Chess Realm Talismans were mystical talismans existing only within the realm, usable only there, and couldn’t be taken outside.
There are three thousand kinds of Chess Realm Talismans, aligning with the nine days’ path, each possessing incomprehensible powers. If used well, lower cultivation can defeat higher cultivation opponents.
Now the question arises.
What are the specific three thousand kinds of Chess Realm Talismans, and what are their respective effects?
Other Chess Soldiers long since memorized the details of the three thousand Chess Realm Talismans thoroughly, making them indispensable.
Yet Ning Fan hadn’t even recognized all the names of the three thousand Chess Realm Talismans...
If not for his strength surpassing other Chess Soldiers, with such an attitude, he would certainly upset his teammates.
"Forget it, I’ll slowly study the Chess Realm Talismans once the second round actually starts, for now, restoring demonic blood is more pressing..."
Ning Fan, following the second round rules, hung the Chess Demon token at a conspicuous spot on his waist, then began searching for a secluded location within the Four Corners Chess Realm.
The mountains and rivers within the realm were laid out according to the six-game chess board’s layout.
The four corners represented four factions, corresponding to Yishi Palace’s East, West, South, and North palaces.
In reality, Yishi Palace had more than just East, West, and North palaces; there once was a Nangong House, but for various reasons, the Nangong lineage was exterminated, a tragic end.
This led to a situation where, since Nangong’s demise, during the second round tournament, Chess Soldiers could only choose among the Eastern Army, Northern Army, and Western Army factions.
Ning Fan, as Bei Xiao Man’s Chess Soldier, naturally belonged to the Western Army faction. Before the second round officially starts, he couldn’t wander around the realm, confined to the Western Army barracks, or risk losing his qualification as a Chess Soldier.
The so-called camp actually covers a wide range and is not small at all.
Within the camp, there are thirty thousand Immortal Mountains, each opened as a cave dwelling, where Western Army chess soldiers can rest.
There are ten stores; these stores are where chess soldiers use military achievement points to purchase Chess Realm talismans. Currently, the stores are not open and cannot be entered.
Eight hundred armored men patrol here, all are Nascent Soul Realm Stone Warrior puppets.
As soon as Ning Fan entered the Western Army camp, a Nascent Soul puppet immediately approached him and asked expressionlessly, "You are the 22nd Western Army chess soldier to enter this realm early. Entering early is a violation, and you must not cause any more trouble here; otherwise, your chess soldier qualification will be revoked and you will be expelled from this realm, with no hope for regret!"
"Understood." Ning Fan nodded, not angered by the arrogant tone of the Nascent Soul Stone Warrior.
These patrolling Nascent Soul Stone Warriors have low spirit awareness and speak arrogantly to everyone, not targeting any individual, nor changing their tone due to your cultivation level.
Although their cultivation is low, these Nascent Soul Stone Warriors seem to be the sovereigns within the Chess Realm, possessing supreme authority.
Even the Eternal Immortal Venerable could be directly expelled from the realm if they offend these patrolling Stone Warriors.
"The time flow in this realm is one ten-thousandth of the outside world. According to this realm’s time, there are still 48,576 days until the second round begins. Before that, you may choose a cave dwelling to rest. Once selected, the cave dwelling cannot be changed. You cannot leave on your own before the end of the second round, or your chess soldier qualification will be revoked. If you have any questions, feel free to ask any patrolling soldier, and someone will answer your questions." The patrolling Stone Warrior continued.
"Understood."
Ning Fan stopped wasting words with the patrolling Stone Warriors and immediately chose a cave dwelling to begin his closed-door cultivation to repair the magic symbol.
Before him, 21 Western Army chess soldiers had already entered this realm early through backdoor means.
After him, more people would enter early. Evidently, those with special permissions were not limited to Bei Xiao Man alone.
"Have more chess soldiers entered the realm? I wonder which house’s chess soldiers they are..." The Western Army chess soldiers who had entered this realm early faintly sensed Ning Fan’s entry.
However, due to the Four Corners Chess Realm’s significant restriction on spirit sense, these individuals could not spread their spirit sense to perceive Ning Fan, hence not knowing who the entrant was.
Repairing the magic symbol is destined to be a tedious and long task.
Since arriving in the Chess Realm, Ning Fan had not ventured outside for a single day. Each day’s activities consisted of staying in the cave dwelling, drinking some Ancient Demon Blood Wine, and gradually repairing the magic symbol with the power of the blood wine.
Ten years flew by.
Ning Fan finally repaired the magic symbol, and all the lost Ancient Demon Essence Blood was restored.
His ancestral bloodline level began to wildly improve!
Unlike the rushed cultivation at the Qinglian Sword Clan, in the Four Corners Chess Realm, Ning Fan had plenty of time to meticulously refine the ancestral blood he cultivated.
For every drop of ancestral blood cultivated, Ning Fan would spend several years carefully integrating it into the magic symbol.
The only troublesome matter was a force within the Chess Realm obstructing Ning Fan’s cultivated ancestral blood phenomenon, making it impossible to hide.
Thus, every time Ning Fan cultivated a drop of Ancient Demon ancestral blood, it caused a stir, shocking all the chess soldiers in the area, who gathered and speculated.
"Hiss! Someone in the cave dwelling to the southwest cultivated the Demon race’s ancestral blood! I wonder if this person is a true Ancient Demon or a Pseudo-Ancient Demon!"
"It should be a Pseudo-Ancient Demon. In the Era of Decline, where can you find the Ancient Demon Demon Ancestor?"
"Even if it’s just a Pseudo-Demon Ancestor, this person is still worthy of pride. Cultivating a drop of Pseudo-Demon Ancestral Blood, even if this person isn’t an Eternal Immortal Venerable, might be an extremely strong existence among True Immortals."
This was the discussion among all the Western Army chess soldiers when Ning Fan cultivated the first drop of Ancient Demon ancestral blood.
Two years passed in a flash, and Ning Fan began integrating the second drop of ancestral blood into the magic symbol.
"What! It’s been less than two years, and that person has actually cultivated another drop of ancestral blood! What is this person’s background!"
"If this person is an Immortal Venerable demoness, they must be extremely strong!"
"Amazing, amazing!"
"Admired, admired!"
Several more years passed, and Ning Fan began integrating the third drop of ancestral blood.
"Hiss! Three drops! That person has cultivated three drops of ancestral blood!"
"With three drops of demon ancestor blood, among the Northern Heaven demon cultivators, this person could be in the top ten!"
"This is just inevitable; who taught the scarcity of Northern Heaven demon cultivators."
"Could this person be an Immortal King from somewhere?"
"Amazing, amazing!"
"Admired, admired!"
Several more years passed, and the fourth drop...
"Four drops! This person continuously cultivated four drops of demon ancestor blood!"
"I must be looking at a false phenomenon!"
"Among the Northern Heaven demon cultivators, this person must be in the top five at least..."
"This person must be an Immortal Emperor..."
Several more years passed, and the fifth drop, the sixth, the seventh, the eighth...
The medicinal power contained within the Ancient Demon Blood Wine was immense; it was brewed from the collection of three hundred drops of Pseudo-Ancient Demon ancestral blood by Jiujian Daoist, exhausting life-long efforts.
Ning Fan’s ancestral blood kept increasing!
The discussions within the Western Army camp grew fewer!
Upon seeing Ning Fan’s ancestral blood phenomenon again, those Western Army chess soldiers no longer showed surprise; they were numb.
When Ning Fan condensed the fourteenth drop of ancestral blood, a few bored Western Army chess soldiers who were playing chess and drinking tea lifted their heads for a glance and then lowered to continue playing chess.
"The mirages of the Four Corners Chess Realm really take away heaven’s creations; this old man almost started to believe someone truly cultivated fourteen drops of demon ancestor blood."
"Wasn’t it thirteen drops?"
"Wasn’t it sixteen drops?"
"Whatever, how many drops there are doesn’t matter; hurry, hurry, it’s your move. Immortal seven entry eight!"
Fifteen drops, sixteen drops, ultimately, Ning Fan’s magic blood count stabilized at the seventeenth drop!
Solely counting ancestral blood quantity, even the nine great devil ancestors suppressed in the Ancient Demon Abyss did not have more than him. However, if it were the Ancient Great Demons of the Demon-Sealing Peak, there might be some with more potent magic blood than Ning Fan.
"The cultivation of magic blood gets harder the further it goes. From seventeen to eighteen drops, the bloodline energy needed is sufficient for a King Blood Ancient Demon to cultivate three drops of ancestral blood... Had I not sacrificed ten drops of ancestral blood, perhaps I could have cultivated the nineteenth drop of magic blood, or even had great hope to cultivate the twentieth..."
Ning Fan just casually calculated and was not regretful about sacrificing those ten drops of ancestral blood.
When Ning Fan had only four drops of ancestral blood, he could only draw 236 strokes of the magic symbol because he did not have enough ancestral blood to draw further.
Now, with seventeen drops of ancestral blood, the previously unfinished magic symbol could finally continue to be drawn.
He had too much Mu Chi insight wanting to be incorporated into the magic symbol.
He wanted to engrave the experiences of crushing Water Cultivators with Mu Chi into the magic symbol!
He wanted to incorporate the qualitative change of water nurturing wood into the magic symbol!
Yet this was not what he most desired to add to the magic symbol pattern.
He was a Holder Cultivator, stubbornly fixated on his evil cultivators; his magical thoughts formerly bore no regret.
But now, he wanted to add a trace of regret, a hint of... sorrow.
The strokes of the magic symbol grew increasingly numerous, all taken by Ning Fan to sketch a lotus laughing in the wind.
Formerly, Ning Fan’s magic symbol only encompassed his lifelong realization and emotions.
Yet this time, he wished to incorporate all past regrets into the magic symbol.
He wanted to etch that woman into the magic symbol.
He wanted to remember that woman in his heart.
Perhaps this regretful sentiment would render the magic symbol imperfect, but he would rather retain this imperfection than erase the lotus from the magic symbol.
strokes.
strokes.
strokes.
strokes!
Ning Fan’s magic symbol strokes were no longer increasing; more ancestral blood was needed to continue advancing.
The magic symbol’s patterns, like tadpoles, swam over Ning Fan’s body surface, making him appear extraordinarily eerie at this moment.
If ordinary people saw the magic symbol around Ning Fan, they would feel inexplicably cold-hearted but would not understand the reason.
However, if the Ancient Demon saw such a magic symbol, they would undoubtedly be intimidated by the ancestral blood might within it!
If Ning Fan insisted on intimidation, ordinary bloodline Ancient Demons would not even qualify to stand before Ning Fan!
The improvement in magic blood levels did not directly elevate Ning Fan’s cultivation level, but it vastly increased Ning Fan’s control over magical thoughts, by tens of times!
Previously, Ning Fan could not step into the second stage of the Ancient Demon Ancestral Reversion Technique because he could not withstand the magical thoughts of the second stage, once stepping in would inevitably devour his sanity and turn him into a killing machine.
Now he has a slight qualification to enter the second stage of Ancestral Regression in a clear state!
"Let’s see if I can step into the Second Stage of Ancestral Regression!"
Ning Fan started the first stage of the Ancestral Regression Technique, his entire body emanating blood vapor from Blood Absorption Regeneration!
He began attempting to enter the Second Stage of Ancestral Regression. This stage required the Eternal True Body, and so, the Eternal True Body manifested itself, slowly changing its form as the second stage progressed.
From the form of the Golden Flame Giant, it gradually transformed into the Golden Armored Tree Demon!
With Ning Fan’s mana of seventeen thousand calamities, activating the Golden Flame True Body can enhance his cultivation by a thousand calamities.
As the Golden Flame True Body transformed into the Golden Armored Tree Demon, Ning Fan further enhanced his cultivation by a thousand calamities, making his mana comparable to a nineteen thousand calamity Quasi-Saint!
"This Golden Armored Tree Demon form is exactly like my Second Stage True Body!"
"This is the Second Stage True Body triggered by the Ancient Demon Ancestral Reversion Technique, which should be different from the ordinary Second Stage True Body... Back then, when the Water Flood Old Man used the Second Stage of the Ancestral Regression, he once transformed into a demonic tail... That demonic tail’s power, I seem to have not yet successfully drawn out..."
Ning Fan’s true form closed his demon eyes, concentrating his heart spirit unprecedentedly.
As he concentrated his heart spirit, he suddenly heard calls.
The calling sounds seemed to come from a very deep, profound place.
Ning Fan attempted to find the source of the sound, and as he followed it, his heart spirit sank deeper into that mysterious and unreachable place.
In the world with closed eyes, a pitch-black, invisible scene unfolded, yet amidst the darkness he saw an abyss that was darker than the darkness itself!
That dark abyss seemed to be connected to Ning Fan’s thoughts, thus even across an endless time and space, he could see it.
Inside that abyss, countless demonic creatures seemed to be sealed, awaiting the arrival of prey, awaiting the day of escape from the Devil Pool.
"Heh heh heh, another Ancient Demon has arrived here, sinking down, quickly sinking down..."
"This is my chosen demonic slave; no one can take it!"
"I hope it’s a decisive slayer, the last demonic slave was totally useless, I just controlled him to kill his wife and children, and he went completely insane, what garbage."
"Heh heh heh, this little fellow looks somewhat familiar..."
"Oh? Water Old Demon, do you recognize this little fellow?"
Among the abyss demons, suddenly a demon referred to as Water Old Demon vaguely recognized Ning Fan.
The aura of the Water Old Demon gave Ning Fan a very familiar feeling!
During the battle for the Position Sky Map that day, this person once resided in Emperor Shuiyan and fought against Ning Fan!
He was the master of Emperor Shuiyan’s demonic spirit!
He was the one who mocked Ning Fan for being unworthy of being a demon!
[Heh heh heh, with your qualifications, sooner or later you will step into the second stage of Ancestral Regression, by that time you will naturally know who I am. Before that, I will be watching over you from the depths, waiting for you to come; but even if you come, we devil spirits will not accept you, because you are unworthy of being a demon! In this life, don’t expect to attain true rampage power!]
These were the words of mockery from this demon to Ning Fan on that day!
"It’s you!" Ning Fan clearly recognized this demon.
So that’s it, the abyss he was seeing at this moment was the abyss into which Emperor Shuiyan’s demonic thoughts had fallen.
Emperor Shuiyan had borrowed power from this demonic abyss, obtaining the full rampage of the demonic tail!
That rampaging demonic tail was the true power of the Second Stage of Ancestral Regression!
"Heh heh heh! Begone! Ant! Your demonic thoughts are too weak, utterly unworthy to be a demon, we devil spirits absolutely do not recognize you!" Water Old Demon sneered coldly, suddenly unleashing a heaven-shaking demonic roar.
The roar possessed the power of countless demonic seas crashing forward, nearly drowning Ning Fan’s demonic thoughts that had descended into this place!
But it was still a bit short, Ning Fan’s demonic thoughts ultimately were not annihilated!
Because Ning Fan’s demonic thoughts level had already been greatly elevated from before!
Upon first encountering Water Old Demon, Ning Fan was merely a Four Blood Devil Ancestor!
Now he is a Seventeen Blood Devil Ancestor, with the demonic bloodlines strengthened manyfold!
"Impossible! How much time has passed, how did this child’s demonic blood become so powerful!" Water Old Demon was taken aback.
Then, his sneer intensified.
"This child surely borrowed some chance to forcefully rise to this step, not worth mentioning! What of Seventeen Blood Devil Ancestor, if it hadn’t been for my demonic spirit being sealed, could I not roar you away! Pity, even if you can enter the abyss of Devil Dao, without our help, you still cannot condense the demonic tail; wanting to reach the third stage of Ancestral Regression, borrowing our force above the third step is absolutely impossible!"
The Water Old Demon seemed to have a disdainful view, seeming to discuss Ning Fan as though discussing trash, even though Ning Fan was clearly a terrifying Ancient Demon with Seventeen Blood.
The other demons, hearing Water Old Demon’s remarks belittling Ning Fan, immediately asked for the reasons.
Upon knowing that Ning Fan was considered an unworthy demonic trash, all demons lost interest in him, and none wanted to take Ning Fan as a demonic slave anymore.
"Born of five spirits, fiendgods, demon immortals, ghosts... In the past, I thought ancient demons were mimicking deities, but now it seems not entirely accurate. The second stage of returning to the ancestors seems rather a transformation into... devil spirits!"
"This place appears to be a magic abyss sealed with devil spirits, its real location does not exist in the Dreamland Realm but elsewhere. The reason I can see this abyss is because my thoughts of the second stage ancestral regression have a slight connection with this place..."
"The reason Emperor Shuiyan could grow a demon tail and have his cultivation soar is because he became a demon slave to these devil spirits, exchanging dignity for power!"
Ning Fan suddenly sneered dismissively.
Contemptuous of the devil spirits here, and even more so of Emperor Shuiyan who worships these spirits!
If in the eyes of these devil spirits, the sycophantic Emperor Shuiyan is best qualified to be called a demon, then Ning Fan would rather never qualify as such!
The magic he cultivates is not these devil spirits!
He practices the Black Evil Sect magic taught by the old monster!
"Heh heh heh, old man called you to leave, didn’t you hear!" That old ghost Shuiyan tried to expel Ning Fan again.
But why should Ning Fan listen to him!
He simply won’t leave!
He has no interest in the devil spirits here!
But he is somewhat interested in this magic abyss here!
Ning Fan lets his magic thoughts fall continuously, he wants to plunge his magic thoughts directly into the deepest part of the magic abyss. Even Emperor Shuiyan and others dare not perform this, because once a mistake occurs, the thoughts would be forever trapped in the abyss, along with these devil spirits, imprisoned for eternity!
"Heh heh heh! Truly an ignorant little fellow, since you want to fall into this place and become one of us, then go ahead!"
"Fall, fall quickly! Come suffer the torments of purgatory with us!"
"Strange, this boy doesn’t seem ordinary, why haven’t his magic thoughts been bound by this magic abyss?"
"Hold on, why does this boy’s magic thought contain a divine light! Damn, it’s a deity, he’s an ancient deity!"
"Damn!"
The devil spirits in the abyss seem to recognize Ning Fan’s identity as an ancient deity and become extremely excited.
Those devil spirits start cursing harshly, becoming more and more unpleasant and obscene.
So Ning Fan directly shuts off his spirit sense, no longer listening to their nonsense.
He submerges his magic thoughts into the abyss, attempting to form a magic tail belonging solely to himself using his own thoughts!
He wants no demon lord’s gift of a magic tail!
He wants to cultivate and practice it himself!
Unfortunately, this matter is too difficult.
Even using intelligence from the second realm of Tianren, Ning Fan only managed to form a tail root.
It seems to take endless ages to truly cultivate the first magic tail belonging to himself...
"Ha ha, turns out to be rubbish, thinking to achieve a magic tail through one’s effort is simply delusional!"
"If he can cultivate a magic tail by himself, it would be equivalent to forming another identity as a devil spirit! Is it possible? Ha ha ha ha! This boy isn’t even a Saint, yet dreams to accomplish what even a rebellious Holy City can’t! Ridiculous, ridiculous!"
"Yet still quite strange, even if this boy is a deity, after such a long time submerging in the magic abyss, he should not be able to endure..."
"No! This boy’s physique isn’t right!"
"What kind of physique is this, never seen before!"
"There’s five tufts of spirit Qi guarding within this boy’s magic thoughts, hence he’s not afraid of this magic abyss!"
The devil spirits are shocked!
These spirits sealed before were at least third-step masters, yet now they are astonished speechless by Ning Fan, a mere junior!
Ning Fan has blocked his spirit sense, unwilling to hear the nonsense of these devil spirits, he naturally doesn’t realize his fearlessness of the magic abyss has shocked many ancient beings.
He instinctively is unafraid of the magic abyss, thus dares to plunge his magic thoughts into it directly.
Why he’s not afraid, Ning Fan doesn’t know either.
But when five tufts of clear Qi - four dark, one bright - suddenly fly out from his magic thoughts, he seems to understand something.
"So it’s like this, it’s my Primordial Origin Spirit physique secretly guarding my magic thoughts from being extinguished..."
Ning Fan suddenly has a bold idea!
This magic abyss here has too much power from devil spirits, he wants to try if he can use the Primordial Origin Spirit physique to cultivate the bloodline of ancient devil spirits!
"Absorb... for me!"
With Ning Fan’s command, among the five groups of ethereal energy, the one belonging to the devil spirit began to madly absorb energy from the abyss of the Devil Dao!
The originally dim ethereal energy of the devil spirit finally showed a faint sign of brightening!
"Impossible! What kind of physique does this boy have to even dare swallow the abyss of the Devil Dao!"
"He wants to become a true devil god!"
"Stop him, quickly stop him! If the devil spirit’s power depletes here, we will never return!"
"Let’s all attack and drive him away!"
...
In the Four Corners Chess Realm, inside the cave residence, Ning Fan suddenly let out a devilish roar, his black hair growing longer!
His Second Stage True Body of the Tree Demon also began to transform into the ultimate black, blacker than the darkness itself, countless times darker, like the abyss of the Devil Dao!
Roar!
Ning Fan let out a painful devilish roar, as if nurturing a new life.
And then, behind him, the first black flame devil tail finally grew!
As the first black flame devil tail grew, Ning Fan’s mana surged by three thousand calamities, reaching a power of 22,000 calamities!
His rationality was gradually lost, but the second devil tail was slowly emerging!
When he grew the second devil tail, his mana surged to 25,000 calamities!
Within him, the bloodline of the devil spirit was being created, born!
This was the great opportunity he gained by daring to directly devour the abyss of the Devil Dao!
The excessive violent mana exceeded the limit Ning Fan could bear!
Ning Fan’s tree demon skin began to crack, with black demon blood constantly pouring out from the wounds!
At this moment, Ning Fan’s demon blood turned black!
At this moment, he had the tendency to condense a third devil tail!
If this tail could also condense, Ning Fan could make his mana surge by another 3,000 calamities, but unfortunately, the third devil tail failed to condense as anticipated and broke apart.
Someone was obstructing him from devouring the abyss of the Devil Dao!
Those sealed devil spirits attacked him together, driving him out of the abyss of the Devil Dao!
"Damn it, just a little more and I could have condensed the third tail!" Ning Fan was unwilling and wanted to immerse his devil thoughts back into the abyss of the Devil Dao.
Alas, he could no longer achieve this!
His reckless act of devouring the abyss of the Devil Dao had angered all the devil spirits in the world!
He became the public enemy of all devil spirits!
He became an absolute undesirable in all the abyss of the Devil Dao!
No abyss of the Devil Dao would ever willingly connect with his devil thoughts again!
To devour the abyss of the Devil Dao again, Ning Fan would have to go to the true reincarnation coordinates of the abyss, fight his way through, and seize it!
This, of course, was an unrealistic venture...
"Just a bit more, what a pity..." Ning Fan shook his head helplessly, having to accept the reality of only having two tails.
Though he had only two tails, he ultimately profited, so even though he felt regret, he could come to terms with it.
The second stage of Ancestral Reversion eventually allowed him to forcibly cultivate to two tails!
And even more commendably!
He cultivated a trace of his own devil spirit bloodline!
The pity is, this trace of devil spirit bloodline did not reach the strength of the Divine Spirit Wasted Body, if it had reached that level, it might have awakened some devil spirit talent unknown.
After all, Communication with All Things was the ability he obtained when he cultivated the Divine Spirit Wasted Body.
"In the state of two tails, my mana, even surpasses that of many Second-Grade Quasi-Saints, but alas, my two-tail state is unsustainable..."
Maintaining the two-tail state requires continually burning the demon blood within Ning Fan, to exchange for power!
The First Stage of Ancestral Regression absorbs the enemy’s blood!
The Second Stage’s Blood Sacrifice Rampage consumes his own demon blood!
Just opening the two tails for less than ten breaths, he burned a tenth of his Ancient Demon Essence Blood, at that rate, his demon blood could only sustain the two-tail state for a hundred breaths before he’s done!
He had to hurriedly release the two-tail state, and afterward, require extensively intensive cultivation to replenish the demon blood.
After all, he had already drunk all the Ancient Demon Blood Wine, replenishing his demon blood would not be easy.
Fortunately, the two-tail state did not deplete the ancestral blood; otherwise, if Ning Fan accidentally burned the ancestral blood within, it would truly be difficult to repair.
"The second stage of the Ancestral Reversion Technique should not be easily used except in true moments of life and death..."
With Ning Fan’s current strength, even against a solo Second-Grade Quasi-Saint, though not as powerful, he wouldn’t need to fight to the death, able to leave calmly, not stopped by the opponent.
Only when facing an Ancient Great Cultivator or multiple Second-Grade Quasi-Saints would he need to fight for escape.
Ning Fan pondered for a long time, suddenly thought of something, and activated the Founding Primordial Spirit Body, releasing the five groups of clear energy from within.
At this moment, the five groups of clear energy of the Founding Primordial Spirit Body were no longer four dark and one bright; the ethereal energy belonging to the devil spirit, though not completely lit, was barely lit to a fifth.
If the ethereal energy was entirely lit, it would mean he truly became a devil spirit; at this stage, he could only be considered to have a small amount of devil spirit bloodline.
The two-tail devil spirit could only light a fifth of the clear energy, by this estimation, at least a ten-tail devil spirit would be needed to be truly cultivated into a Divine Spirit Wasted Body! It remains unknown, having been completely rejected by the abyss of the Devil Dao, if there are other means to cultivate into a ten-tail devil spirit.
"No good! I forgot that this realm cannot conceal anomalies, and cultivating a trace of devil spirit bloodline might have triggered a monstrous anomaly!" Ning Fan thought to himself in alarm.
If his devil spirit anomaly was seen, wouldn’t others know he cultivated into a devil spirit body?
Then felt somewhat overthought.
In the Era of Decline, whether anyone recognized a devil spirit anomaly remains unknown, even if there were, they likely wouldn’t be any of the Chess Soldiers in the Western Army Barracks, who were not Immortal Emperors.
...
As expected!
Indeed, Ning Fan cultivating a trace of the devil spirit bloodline triggered a terrifying anomaly.
That was the anomaly of myriad demons paying homage!
In the anomaly, the figure symbolizing Ning Fan’s devil spirit sat on a throne, below the throne were countless ancient demon phantoms prostrating and devoutly worshiping!
Quasi-Saint Ancient Demons as well!
Ancient Great Cultivator Ancient Demons as well!
Even the Saint Ancient Demon phantom, devoutly bowed to Ning Fan!
Such an anomaly was ridiculously absurd!
Those Western Army Chess Soldiers who had long been numb to seeing anomalies couldn’t even be bothered to observe this fantastical scene of myriad demons paying homage.
Because this anomaly seemed too fake!
How noble are saints, they wouldn’t kneel even to a Fourth Step Immortal Emperor, how could they possibly kneel in a gathering of myriad demons?
"Impressive, amazing!"
"Respect, respect!"
"This mirage is becoming more and more convincing!"
"I almost believed it! Hahaha!"
"Come, come, drink up, why care, it’s just a mirage!"
The cheerful laughter rose and fell in the Western Army Barracks.
This scene once again confirmed the old saying.
The wise hear the Dao, diligently follow it;
The average hear the Dao, seem to understand, seem to forget;
The foolish hear the Dao, laugh aloud, without laughter it would not be the Dao!
"By now, it seems the second round is about to officially start..."
Ning Fan stepped out of the cave residence, summoned a patrolling Stone Warrior, and inquired about the current time.
The time in the Chess Realm was less than a hundred days from the start of the second round.
Converted to outside time, that’s roughly one stick of incense time.
"In recovering demon blood, I’ve forgotten to interrogate the female demon, oh well, once I’ve helped Mistress Xiao Man win the second round, then I’ll deal with the demon."