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At the bottom of this Abyss of Demons, there are countless demons. They are constantly engaged in slaughter, and the atmosphere here is filled with a dense aura of malevolence. If an ordinary person were to stay here for even a moment, they would likely be driven mad by the oppressive energy. It wouldn't be surprising if their mind shattered and they lost their life.
For martial artists, this malevolent energy is entirely harmful. Therefore, they all avoid contact with it. With their strong bodies and souls, the sparse malevolent energy has little effect on them.
However, at the bottom of this Abyss of Demons, after countless years of accumulation, the malevolent energy has reached an extremely terrifying level. Ren Pingsheng was initially at the peak of his vitality and spirit, so he could naturally withstand it. But as he continued to fight, the consumption of his true energy and mental power became increasingly severe. Thus, the malevolent energy gradually invaded him, creating various illusions that trapped him in endless slaughter.
If he does not wake up, he will become a monster that only knows how to kill, ultimately dying from mental exhaustion. This is one of the terrifying aspects of the Abyss of Demons; the malevolent energy is insidious and unavoidable. Once ensnared, one can only rely on themselves to survive.
"Sigh, Ren Pingsheng, I hope you can hold on; otherwise, no one will be able to escape this time. It's a pity I don't have a body; otherwise, this pure and dense demonic energy would be an excellent place to cultivate the Demonic Cultivation Method," the Demon Emperor muttered to himself. He felt powerless regarding Ren Pingsheng's situation.
"However, what exactly is in this Abyss of Demons? Why is there such pure demonic energy? Even compared to the demonic energy I cultivated back then, this is much purer. And where do these endless demons come from? It's truly strange!"
Ren Pingsheng had completely become a killing machine, surrounded by a mountain of corpses. The demons he pursued were killed so quickly that they didn't even have time to devour their fallen kin. Both sides were locked in a tug-of-war, with neither taking a moment's rest.
"If Ren Pingsheng doesn't wake up soon, it will be dangerous; his true energy is almost depleted. At that point, he will just be waiting to die," the Demon Emperor said anxiously. Once Ren Pingsheng's true energy was exhausted, he would be at the mercy of the demons. Even if he woke up then, it would be too late.
"Swish... swish..." The sword energy around Ren Pingsheng swirled like an ocean of blades, cutting apart the demons that surged toward him into pieces. Blood and flesh fell all around.
"Damn it, am I really going to die here?" Seeing Ren Pingsheng's reckless consumption of true energy made him feel helpless; he had already exhausted too much before and now found himself powerless to act.
"Sigh, forget it. I, the Demon Emperor, have roamed for a thousand years and have been a remarkable figure; my life hasn't been lived in vain." The Demon Emperor looked at Ren Pingsheng, who showed no signs of waking up, seemingly coming to terms with his fate while feeling somewhat emotional. Yet he was puzzled as to why that white figure he encountered earlier had not appeared.
He clearly understood how terrifying that figure was; it was precisely because Ren Pingsheng possessed such a mysterious inheritance that he had obediently followed him. But now that Ren Pingsheng was at death's door, why hadn't that figure intervened?
He had spoken so casually earlier about surviving; who would willingly choose death? Otherwise, he wouldn't have spent two thousand years preparing to cast forbidden techniques for another chance at life.
"Could it be that something happened to that figure? Is that why they haven't acted? Or is there another reason?" He silently observed with cold eyes. To be honest, deep down he still held some hope.
The sword energy around Ren Pingsheng was diminishing rapidly because his true energy was nearly depleted, leaving him increasingly powerless. The demons continued to surge forward without pause and were getting closer and closer to Ren Pingsheng.
"Ah..." Ren Pingsheng let out a cry. Just moments ago, all the Sword Qi beside him had vanished, and he was ambushed by a hidden Demon with the cultivation of a Demon Lord. He was sent flying far away, blood splattering across the sky.
At this moment, he was already extremely weak; the True Qi within him had completely depleted. Even the Five-Colored Cloud in his Dantian had begun to wither. As he was about to fall into the Demon Horde, without the support of True Qi, death was the only outcome awaiting him.
"Why hasn't anyone made a move yet? If they don't act soon, it will be too late!" The Demon Emperor muttered anxiously, unable to believe that the white figure from before would truly stand by and do nothing.
"How could this be... Did I really guess wrong earlier? It seems this time there is no escaping disaster." Seeing Ren Pingsheng fall into the Demon Horde and still no one coming to help, he cried out in despair.
The Demon Emperor closed his eyes, his heart in turmoil as memories of his life flooded back—those glorious moments, that renowned reputation. He never expected that everything would truly come to an end in an instant.
Even if Ren Pingsheng died, he would not perish; however, he could not leave this place. He was currently trapped within the Soul Nurturing Wood for nearly a thousand years, but no one would come to the Abyss of Demons. It was as if he had been permanently buried here, unable to escape. To put it bluntly, he could only wait for death.
A thousand years may seem long, but in front of this desolate place that had stood for over One Hundred Thousand years, it was merely a fleeting moment.
"What is... happening?" The Demon Emperor, who had been reminiscing about the past, was startled awake by a strange yet somewhat familiar wave. However, upon seeing everything before him, he was left speechless in shock.
Ren Pingsheng, who had fallen into the Demon Horde, stared with blood-red eyes. Yet for some reason, he found himself unable to move. The surrounding Demons roared and lunged at him, but as soon as they made contact with his body, they froze in place and began to tremble uncontrollably.
Upon closer inspection, it became evident that the energy within those Demons was continuously weakening. Eventually, they became so feeble that a mere gust of wind could turn them to ash. The same fate befell the Demons that surged forward behind them; they too turned to ash upon nearing Ren Pingsheng's body as if their energy had been completely drained.
Lying on the ground, Ren Pingsheng's aura grew increasingly powerful. At this moment, the Five-Colored Cloud in his Dantian began to spin once more. No, it should now be called the Six-Colored Cloud. The previously elusive black color had become clear and was continuously growing stronger.
The Six-Colored Cloud generated a tremendous suction, like a voracious beast; any energy that approached Ren Pingsheng was forcefully absorbed. It even seized energy from within those Demons through a faint connection. This explained why all the Demons around Ren Pingsheng turned to ash—they had all transformed into energy and were completely absorbed by him.
After an unknown amount of time passed, it seemed that the energy absorbed by the Six-Colored Cloud was sufficient; its six colors became uniform. At this point, its suction lessened slightly; however, with each minor rotation, pure and dense Demonic Energy surged forth from the surroundings.
Suddenly, Ren Pingsheng sprang up from where he lay motionless like a wild horse breaking free from its reins and charged towards those Demons once more. But this time, what flowed from his Azure Wind Sword was not True Qi but pure Demonic Energy.
He had transformed into a killing machine once again. This time it was even more terrifying; not only did he not tire out, but even the Demonic Energy within him did not deplete. With every sword strike he unleashed, the consumed Demonic Energy flowed into him without needing to actively absorb it.
"What on earth is happening?" Even though the Demon Emperor had seen much in his life, this bizarre situation was something he encountered for the first time. Everything nearby would have its internal energy forcibly plundered clean; even flesh could not escape—what kind of unfathomable means could achieve this?
His initial strength could turn a person to dust with a mere wave of his hand, yet he lacked the means to absorb their energy. Perhaps some secret techniques could achieve this, but it wouldn't be so easy or quick.
What astonished him even more was that Ren Pingsheng could absorb Demonic Energy and use it freely, which left him baffled.
True Qi and Demonic Energy could never coexist within the body, as they would erode each other like water and fire. If both were to exist simultaneously in the Dantian, it would undoubtedly explode like ignited gunpowder. Yet Ren Pingsheng's situation overturned all of this.
"What secret do you possess that leads to such an unusual circumstance?" the Demon Emperor pondered. The first thing that flashed through his mind was Ren Pingsheng's strange Dantian. Unfortunately, he did not know the extraordinary nature of this Dantian and could only attribute it to the Heritage of the White Figure he encountered earlier.
At this moment, the surroundings truly became a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. The corpses of demons kept piling up, but more demons surged from afar, including many at the level of Demon Lords. With ample Demonic Energy within him now, Ren Pingsheng had fully activated his Thousand Silk Armor, making it difficult for even Demon Lords to harm him in the slightest. One by one, they fell beneath Ren Pingsheng's sword.
Gradually, a strange phenomenon occurred again; for some reason, Ren Pingsheng's strength was increasing. From the bodies of the fallen demons, gray mist surged forth from all directions, all of which was absorbed by Ren Pingsheng.
It seemed that these substances were making his power grow stronger and stronger. He had even touched the edge of being a Supreme Expert. Some Demon Lords could barely withstand a few moments in his hands. It should be noted that Ren Pingsheng's true strength was still only at the High-Level Martial Artist Realm; even if he exerted all his power, he could barely defend himself against a Supreme Expert. Yet now he could easily slay them.
The gray mist continued to increase; the more demons he killed, the more mist gathered. In just three days' time, within ten feet around Ren Pingsheng, there was nothing but this gray mist. There were so many dead demons that his body could no longer absorb all of it.
While engaged in battle, Ren Pingsheng's body trembled suddenly and then let out a shriek, wildly swinging his sword without any technique. Fortunately, no demon could harm him.
The previously still Gray Mist suddenly stirred and began to boil. It seemed something within Ren Pingsheng attracted them. They surged toward him eagerly, with even more Gray Mist coming from farther away.
This gray mist gathered within Ren Pingsheng's body and gradually formed something resembling a Heart on the opposite side of his actual Heart; however, its color was gray.
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