Chapter 807
Crossing the Dead Water Abyss, Refining True Heart in the Underworld Palace
As Wang Yu embraced the giant pillar, Pangu's divine power spread from a point to a surface, instantly enveloping the entire pillar. Veins bulged all over Wang Yu's body, unleashing a terrifying divine power capable of tearing apart chaos and shattering a world with a single punch.
however.
To his surprise, the weight of this thing far exceeded his expectations, even heavier than the demonized Jianmu tree, as if it contained the weight of an immeasurable world.
I almost broke my teeth trying to budge it even a fraction.
'What kind of treasure is this? It can't be a celestial treasure... It's so heavy, and its origins are unpredictable. It's been nurtured here for countless years. I originally intended to use it to enhance the material of the Yellow Spring Heavenly Demon Banner, but now it seems its essence far surpasses that of a divine banner.'
He was making calculations in his mind.
Wang Yu temporarily abandoned the possibility of pulling it out in one breath. At this moment, his whole body was surging with blood and his eyes were as bright as the sun. He simply refused to believe it.
Judging from his unparalleled talent and the foundation he has accumulated along the way, in terms of brute force alone, even a late-stage eighth-order body refiner might not be as strong as him. This giant pillar must not be abandoned!
After some thought.
The mental hell was operating at full power, and the endless demonic thoughts caused his mind to fluctuate slightly, but the blessing effect it brought was also boundless.
The Chaos Demon Body was operating at full capacity.
He then took out the eighth-order Vajra Bodhi Fruit, which was a compensation from the Buddhist sect, from his Sea Heart Ring. This thing was originally a body-refining resource that he had prepared to break through to the eighth order. He hadn't used it before, but it was suitable to use it to bless himself now.
The Law of Force transformed into seven divine chains, like a giant human dragon, connecting his body to the giant pillar of the River of Death.
The brute force, several times more terrifying than before, almost uprooted this space, and most of the Dead River began to tremble. A long roar to the sky could be heard.
The giant pillar, enveloped in dark golden divine power, suddenly bulged upwards and transformed into a ten-foot-long staff, which landed in Wang Yu's hand.
A few pieces of information flooded my mind.
Wang Yu's expression shifted, his excitement becoming undisguised.
'The Celestial Treasure [Netherworld Immortal Transformation Needle], the immortal spirit within it is now dormant, but it was a semi-celestial treasure personally forged by an ancient emperor of the Ink Qilin clan. It was specially placed in the Eye of the Dead River to absorb the source of the Yellow Springs for a second nurturing, and after countless years, it has ascended to become a true celestial treasure.'
'It has no owner, but it can be refined with the true blood of a Qilin, and wielding it can grant one a small portion of its power. This was originally an opportunity prepared for the offspring of an outstanding pure-blooded Qilin, the Immortal Abode…'
Wang Yu was deeply shocked by the power of the Qilin Clan.
of course.
Even if this treasure hadn't fallen into the hands of the Qilin Clan, it could still be refined, but it would be almost impossible for someone of a lower cultivation level to unleash even a fraction of the power of a celestial treasure.
The realm of humanity, including the tribulation stage.
Theoretically, the highest level of spiritual treasure that can be controlled is the semi-immortal treasure level. Only a true immortal can make a true immortal recognize its master.
However, there are countless methods and principles in the world.
There are always other ways to achieve the goal, such as bloodline binding, spiritual imprint inheritance, or even simply using immortal power to activate it. These are all feasible methods.
Even more so, the immortals possess their own will.
If you can move and persuade the immortals, then it will be natural to harness their power.
just.
Like true immortals, celestial spirits are eternal and immortal, and are born this way, rarely suffering calamities unless their physical form is shattered and their origin is lost.
Otherwise, their spirit and will would be in a completely different form.
Like a god, high above.
They almost never speak politely to beings in the human realm; they have the kind of personality that would feel defiled even if someone just touches their hand.
The slumbering immortal spirit within the Netherworld Immortal Needle is likely a technique left behind by the Ink Qilin, which conveniently allows Wang Yu to use this extraordinary weapon.
Without exaggeration, this thing is far more powerful than the Five Elements Spear. Even a peak Mahayana expert would die on the spot from a single Immortal Transformation Needle.
Whether he can hit the target or not is up to Wang Yu.
This treasure was forged from the dead waters of the underworld, the demonic iron of the Yellow Springs, the essence of countless Daoist bones, the vital energy of countless holy souls, and the primal energy of the Yellow Springs.
Size and shape are both basic effects.
Its true immortal killing move lies in the two words "transformation into immortality," which has only one effect and has been perfected to the extreme!
This treasure's power to transform into immortality is enough to shatter the eternal Dao fruit of a true immortal.
Wang Yu wants to use it now, but he can't do it at all.
It can only be used initially by relying on its indestructible body and indescribable weight, and since divine objects are inherently concealed, they only last for a moment in his hands.
It had already turned into an ordinary black stick.
The bone rings on both sides were nothing special, just like the dry bones by the roadside, without any mystique.
Wang Yu saw this.
A slight smile played at the corners of his lips.
'Using it in needle form isn't very convenient for fighting; even divine sense can't penetrate it, let alone control it. It seems it can only be used as a heavy staff.'
The Netherworld Dead Water contains the souls of all living beings in an entire world in every drop. When combined with the Yellow Spring Demon Iron, it is equivalent to adding the weight of all living beings in an entire world.
The work of the Ancient Emperor Mo Qilin could not possibly be just a drop or a piece... but rather a full three thousand drops of Netherworld Dead Water and three thousand pieces of Yellow Spring Demon Iron.
In other words.
This thing weighs as much as three thousand worlds, and carries the resentment of beings of equal size. However, beings cannot be equated with worlds, but can be heavier than worlds themselves!
This fluctuation range depends entirely on the moral values of the holder of the [Netherworld Immortal Transformation Needle], and remains unresolved.
It can be as heavy as Mount Tai, or as light as a feather.
'—My precious baby!!!'
This time, he's really putting on the Great Sage act. He can't actually lift the weight of the Three Thousand Worlds. It's good that it can fluctuate according to the holder's moral values.
As everyone knows, the bottom line for demonic cultivators is also fluid.
He can slaughter the world, or he can be utterly benevolent and holy, depending entirely on his needs, and that... is the greatest strength of being able to do as he pleases.
Currently at the bottom of the Dead Water River, and with no time to refine it, Wang Yu threw it into his inner cave, where it transformed into a pillar supporting the sky, corresponding to the Jianmu tree.
Only then did he suppress his joy at finding such a treasure and rush towards the river.
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The surface of the stagnant river.
Yan Jingxian of the Blood Skull Clan had his blood skull face shattered into eight pieces, a result of being hammered by the Yellow Spring Demon's "Thousand-Headed, Thousand-Armed Demon Form".
The fragments of the skull were connected by a dense network of blood vessels.
Its primordial spirit sat on its head, like a blooming flower, but its face was full of terror as it shouted loudly.
"I'm done for. Apart from my natal spirit treasure, everything else has been shattered into pieces by the turbid currents of the Yellow Springs. Wan Qiuzhen, please help me!"
Seeing this, the venomous dragon spewed out another cloud of poisonous mist.
He transformed into a giant purple-blue dragon, forcefully blocking the countless demons on the right, his face equally ashen.
"I can barely save myself, so I asked that damned Yin to save you."
Xiong Pan saw this.
Using gravity to pull Yan Jingxian over, helping him escape the monsters' encirclement, he said with great annoyance.
"It's been a quarter of an hour, why haven't they come up yet? What kind of opportunity is at the bottom of this stagnant river?!"
This statement is intended to incite greed in others.
after all.
This time, they suffered heavy losses while protecting Wang Yu from the Yellow Springs demons. These disgusting creatures were only of average strength in the Dao Integration stage, but they possessed unique abilities granted by the Yellow Springs Law.
It can cleanse the spiritual essence of a person's spiritual treasures and quickly corrode them back into raw materials. If they stay in the turbid currents of the Yellow Springs for too long, they will probably become a "blank slate." If they can get a chance to make up for it, that would be fine.
But Wang Yu clearly intended to take it all for himself, which made Xiong Pan somewhat unwilling. In the previous trial, Zhu Yin was still a good older brother who was happy to share.
Now it seems that it was all an act.
Their true colors have been revealed!
But he dared not go into the water alone. Did he really think that an eighth-level body refiner was so easy to deal with? All four of them were at the peak of the Dao Integration stage, and it would be almost impossible for them to win in a head-on confrontation.
There's also the loyal Wan Qiuzhen; there's some hope in getting him to give up Zhuyin.
Could he possibly turn against us? Absolutely not!
Everyone knows that the true dragon is the father of the dragon clan, so the only way to get everyone to go into the water to search is through encouragement.
Whether there are dates or not, take a shot.
This is typical of a cultivator's mindset; a temporarily formed team has its drawbacks.
But... it was too late!
With a deafening roar, the surface of the stagnant river instantly shattered.
A gray-black dragon, tens of thousands of feet long, leaped up from the water, its body adorned with mottled red scales. Its four claws slammed across the water's surface, and it sped across the water with brute force.
Two dragon eyes, like large stars, shone with the light of the sun and moon.
The laws of time spread like ripples, turning the entire area into a still gray, which was Wang Yu's Great Dao Divine Power Technique - the Realm of Time!
While all the monsters of the underworld are frozen in time.
With a sweep of his dragon tail, Wang Yu wrapped the four people around it and appeared on the opposite bank of the Dead Water River in the next instant. Freezing so many powerful beings in one breath was a serious burden for him.
but.
With the massive output channels provided by the Ninefold Blood Sea Secret Technique, and after his inner cave crushed countless primordial magic crystals, his condition instantly returned to its peak.
Once the grotto-heaven was opened, the cultivators' magical power was said to be inexhaustible.
This is no exaggeration.
As long as the body can withstand it and the cave is not drained, it is equivalent to pseudo-endless magical power!
The immortal cultivation system is still too unfair.
Those who successfully crossed the river were also filled with doubt and uncertainty. The monsters of the underworld were both strengthened by the rules of this place and restricted by them.
Unable to attack the group crossing the river any further, they merely roared a few times in impotent rage on the bank before disappearing into the stagnant water, awaiting the next opportune moment.
at that time.
Seeing that Wang Yu had already transformed into human form and was standing proudly at the front of the group, Wan Qiuzhen hurriedly shamelessly approached him.
"Young Master, I have fulfilled my mission and successfully delayed those Yellow Springs demons for you."
Yin Li was the second to react and quickly took credit.
Followed by.
Yan Jingxian and Xiong Pan, who had previously harbored disrespectful thoughts, both came over and offered their congratulations one after another, acting as if nothing had happened.
Wang Yu didn't care about any of that, as long as it served its purpose.
Regardless of good or bad, as long as they possess strength, they are all targets that can be used. Taking them through the inner perimeter test of this immortal abode is the price to pay for the loss of spiritual treasures this time.
He won't make it up to me anyway.
Those who can enter the inner area are mostly Mahayana cultivators and top geniuses of the Dao Integration stage. Most of them have one or two unique skills. Whether they can obtain opportunities to make up for their losses depends entirely on themselves.
of course.
Wang Yu didn't think much of them. They couldn't even pass the inner circle test. Even if they got in, how could they compete with others for opportunities?
They're still just cannon fodder. Those who can't recognize their own strength will likely suffer greatly. That's reality. No one can possess wealth beyond their own understanding, and even if they do, it will be very short-lived.
Wealth can be very tempting!
In the instant his thoughts raced, Wang Yu raised his hand and said.
"Alright, I will guide you through the trials of the Immortal Abode. Consider this encounter as your entrance fee. For the third trial, the [Hall of Yama], you can just follow along; there's no need for you to intervene."
The four people: "..."
Wan Qiuzhen and Yin Li were alright; they were just trying to please him and build a relationship, so they were mentally prepared to make sacrifices.
Xiong Pan and Yan Jingxian, however, looked distressed.
But I didn't dare say anything more.
"Let's go, keep moving forward."
The final trial, the Yama's Palace, is a test of one's conscience, which Wang Yu completely disregards. If even he, with his Nirvana Realm spiritual cultivation, cannot pass it, then no one else can.
Keep walking along this path paved with black stones.
Then you will see a palace that looks like it was used by giants when they travel, lying at the end of the road!
There are twenty-four gates in front of the palace, each one ten thousand feet tall, so majestic that it seems to reach into the clouds. Without the ability to disperse one's divine sense, it is impossible to see the entire layout of the Yama Palace with the naked eye.
As the five people stepped forward, even the threshold in front of the hall seemed insurmountable, like ants looking up at the blue sky, intuitively feeling that the blue sky was high and unreachable.
Fortunately, this isn't a stagnant river, and flying isn't prohibited.
The moment the five beams of light entered the Yama Palace, the Yama statue high in the shrine seemed to come alive. The instant its gaze swept across the five people, they all fell to the ground.
Together we enter the so-called "Dream of Yama's Floating Life"!
……
Ask your heart.
To date, Wang Yu has lost count of how many times he has encountered such trials, from the earliest tribulations of the mortal world and the tribulations of inner demons, to the illusions of birth, aging, sickness and death he encountered in the Light of Time and the Great Chun Dead Stake.
One by one, one by one... there are too many to count.
In the early stages of cultivating the Boundless Mortal Realm Secret Technique, when it was necessary to condense the Mortal Realm Boat, one had spent a long time in the cycle of reincarnation in the mortal world, experiencing it millions of times in a mortal's life.
Later, he sought guidance in the Lion Camel Realm and discussed the Dao with eminent Buddhist monks.
The trials of the soul are countless, and he has cultivated a state of supreme detachment, enabling his mind to break through to the realm of Nirvana. In this world, there are very few illusions and tests of the soul that can be effective against him.
This is no exception to the "Dream of Yama's Floating Life".
Upon entering, he was immediately awakened to his true self and realized that he had entered the trial of the heart in the Yama's Palace. However, this time, he was not to be a mortal and experience the joys and sorrows of a mortal's life.
Instead, it was as if time had reversed, returning to the moment when he first embarked on the path of immortality.
Let him make another choice.
Lingnu Stone House.
Looking at everything around him, both familiar and unfamiliar, Wang Yu spread out his small, childish hands, then clenched his fists tightly and laughed silently.
'You think you can break my resolve with regret? Dream on!'
He never regrets the choices he makes, whether they are good or bad, victorious or defeated, benevolent or malevolent, and he never looks back.
"Destiny may bring me to my fate, or I may be destined to fail; the Immortal Venerable may regret it, but I do not!"
A snap.
The stone house of the spirit slave shattered instantly.
Immediately afterwards, Wang Yu appeared in front of the Ten Thousand Year Cold Mountain in the Ice Prison Realm. This was the last settlement of the Ice People Clan, and also the key point in his shattering of his core and formation of his nascent soul, laying the foundation for his demonic path.
It seems they were asking him if he regretted his choice to follow the path of demonic cultivation.
Wang Yu shook his head in dismay.
The fleeting dream of life shattered layer by layer, and the mind was tempered somewhat, quietly taking a step forward in the Pure Nirvana Realm. (End of Chapter)