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"Strange phenomena in the heavens? Signs of chaos in the world?" Ren Pingsheng thought to himself as he looked at the sky. In fact, he had known what was happening since he came out. The Demon Emperor had mentioned it to him before; he just hadn't seen it with his own eyes until now. Seeing it firsthand still left him shaken.
The power of this phenomenon was indeed terrifying, and he felt some concern for the Demon Heart within him. He knew that another Demon Heart had emerged, but he didn't know who had obtained it. For now, it seemed impossible to find out, as he had been in a deep sleep for three years, and it likely wouldn't be easy to learn the truth.
Regarding this mysterious Demon Heart, he felt helpless. He could even sense the Demon Heart beating violently, seemingly agitated by the stimulus of this phenomenon.
"What exactly is the Demon Heart? What is its purpose? The demon race should be related to the turmoil five hundred years from now; does this Demon Heart also play a part in it?" Ren Pingsheng continuously pondered in his mind.
"But the demon race lacks strength; what power do they have to incite chaos? Could it be these Demon Hearts? Demons? Could they..." He shuddered at the thought and immediately recalled what the Demon Emperor had intended when he first encountered him.
"If that's the case, it's not impossible. But I might be in danger." Ren Pingsheng was startled by this idea and became increasingly worried about his own safety. If his speculation was correct, then this Demon Heart was a ticking time bomb.
"Alright, everyone should return and prepare. No matter what happens in the future, improving our strength is always right. If we can gain something from the Azure Dragon Hall next, that would be even better," Feng Luan said softly. The dazed geniuses snapped back to reality and began to bid farewell as they left.
"Qingyi, let's head back too." Although Ren Pingsheng's mood was unsettled, his face remained calm and unaffected as he smiled at Yi Qingyi beside him.
"Okay." Yi Qingyi didn't say much and nodded lightly. She had already eaten her fill inside and had no other requests.
"Wu brother, we will take our leave now. If you need anything, you can find me; I will be staying in Nanzhou City for a while."
"I also need to enter seclusion for cultivation during this time. If anything comes up, I will look for you," Wu Zhi Dao replied with a smile. For these geniuses who had just finished the Title Honor Conference, entering seclusion to comprehend their experiences was essential.
Ren Pingsheng left his lodging address and turned to leave. There were many things still to do, both for his own safety and for the upcoming Azure Dragon Hall.
With the Title Honor Conference concluded, over a hundred talented martial artists departed one after another. They all paid attention to the sudden phenomenon that had appeared and were eager for what awaited them at the Azure Dragon Hall. They hurried back to prepare to enhance their strength, hoping to gain something significant there.
"The Wind Realm has already reached great perfection, and the Sword Momentum has also reached great perfection. I can now fully prepare for a breakthrough in my cultivation," Ren Pingsheng sat cross-legged in the room, contemplating his cultivation.
"Indeed, you can definitely break through now. Although I hope you can comprehend the Artistic Conception of the Cloud and the Golden Realm to great perfection before breaking through, time may not allow it, and it could delay matters concerning the Azure Dragon Hall," the Demon Emperor said hesitantly.
"Accumulating more strength would make my breakthrough even more powerful, but there are ways around it. I've always been puzzled; the top three on the Ranking should have mastered both Artistic Conception and Sword Momentum, so why haven't they broken through yet?"
"Oh, perhaps they just want to accumulate more strength. It's normal for geniuses," the Demon Emperor replied.
"Maybe, but I think there's another important reason: the Trial Sword Tower. I suspect they have their sights set on the Trial Sword Tower's Thirty-Third Layer. Many of them probably want to conquer the Thirty-Third Layer before breaking through; after all, the legends surrounding it are quite enticing," Ren Pingsheng said with a smile.
"Now that you mention it, that's quite possible. If they conquer the Thirty-Third Layer, not only could it advance their Artistic Conception and Sword Momentum further, but there might also be a legacy involved. The temptation is indeed significant," the Demon Emperor agreed.
"If they have that idea, then so do I. If I can conquer the Thirty-Third Layer, then achieving great perfection in my Cloud's Artistic Conception and Golden Realm wouldn't be a problem."
"I see. However, that might be quite difficult; otherwise, others would have done it already."
"Yes, for now, I'll focus on improving my strength. Three months from now, I'll give it a try. If I succeed, that's great; if not, I'll just break through directly. My Soul Refinement Technique's third layer is almost ready; I should be able to break through tomorrow." Ren Pingsheng had prepared for both possibilities since he wasn't confident he could conquer it.
"Kid, I've actually had a question for a while. Seeing the Demon God Heart emerge again today gave me an idea," the Demon Emperor suddenly spoke up.
"Oh? What idea? Please share."
"I believe this Demon God Heart is essentially a form of legacy. Regardless of whether the outcome is good or bad, its attachment to you must have a purpose. To achieve its purpose, you cannot die. If it wants to keep you alive, then the best way is to enhance your strength. The stronger you become, the more likely its purpose can be fulfilled. It should be able to enhance your strength; there must be techniques or legacies involved."
"Oh!" Ren Pingsheng fell silent and began to ponder; he thought what the Demon Emperor said made a lot of sense.
"You can cultivate both True Qi and Demonic Energy, but your cultivation of Demonic Energy lacks a complete inheritance. At the very least, you do not have various profound inherited martial techniques. Those techniques can help you comprehend the fusion of different Artistic Conceptions more quickly, just like how you understood the Wind and Cloud Artistic Conception."
"That makes sense, but what should I do? It hasn't shown any signs for a long time," Ren Pingsheng thought more about it and felt it was reasonable.
"Everything must be on the Demon God Heart. You can try to connect with the Demon God Heart. Perhaps there will be a reaction," the Demon Emperor said uncertainly.
"Alright, I'll give it a try." He held his breath and focused, his aura immediately becoming dense with Demonic Energy. Then he seriously observed the Demon God Heart for the first time; it seemed to have completely merged with the Killing Heart, forming a heart that was half red and half gray. It pulsed continuously, with streams of grayish-white killing power flowing through, refining his body and Meridian.
Ren Pingsheng's consciousness slowly probed inside. The Demon God Heart suddenly shook violently, and then all of his consciousness was drawn in. Ren Pingsheng was startled but quickly calmed down and continued to input his consciousness.
The Demon God Heart felt like a bottomless pit; after a full quarter of an hour, Ren Pingsheng felt dizzy. At that moment, before he could react, he felt the world spinning around him. He completely vanished from one place and reappeared in an inexplicable space.
It was dark everywhere, filled with countless Demonic Energies. Here, the Demonic Energy was even purer; its pitch-black color could absorb everything that glowed.
Ren Pingsheng felt no discomfort here; instead, he felt like a fish in water. Threads of Demonic Energy began to continuously drill into his body. He was originally close to the Perfected Respect Level cultivation, and now he reached its peak instantly.
However, these Demonic Energies kept pouring in, and the Demonic Energy storage pool continued to expand. The amount of Demonic Energy inside increased more and more until the pool began to grow larger. This feeling was familiar to him; it was something one would encounter during a breakthrough.
"Boom..." Just as he thought this, the Demonic Energy pool finally couldn't hold on any longer and exploded. All the fragments began to reassemble until a new storage pool for Demonic Energy appeared, which was twice as large as before.
However, those original Demonic Energies did not enter the Demonic Energy pool; instead, they changed direction and re-entered the Six-Colored Cyclone for further refinement. With each rotation, the color of the Demonic Energy deepened until all of it condensed into ten drops of pitch-black Demonic Energy.
The condensed Demonic Energy formed ten drops; no, it should now be called Demonic Essence. To become a sect-level powerhouse, one must not only master Sword Momentum and Artistic Conception but also liquefy True Qi into True Essence. He never expected that his Demonic Energy would begin to condense now.
It is known that when an ordinary person breaks through, they typically condense three to five drops of True Essence. The fact that he condensed ten drops at once showed just how substantial his accumulation was.
At that moment, the entire space calmed down, and the Demonic Energy no longer surged in. Ren Pingsheng also recovered, but his expression was somewhat extraordinary. He did not expect such a thing to happen, and he was unsure if this could be considered a breakthrough; if it was, then he had suffered a loss.
Suddenly, a bright light appeared, and countless Demonic Energies split apart, revealing a stone statue in front of him. The statue depicted an ordinary man, but his eyes and hair were blood red, with a strange blood-red pattern on his forehead that he could not decipher. There was also a mysterious aura about it that made one feel an instinctive submission at first glance.
Ren Pingsheng stared intently into the statue's eyes, unable to understand why he felt so compelled. Even if he wanted to turn away, he found it impossible, which left him somewhat alarmed; a mere statue had rendered him unable to resist.
“Could it be… the statue of that Demon God?” he guessed randomly.
“Buzz…” The blood-red eyes of the statue grew brighter, and then a beam of blood-red light shot out, directly entering Ren Pingsheng's eyes. Immediately afterward, he felt a sharp pain in his head, causing him to clutch his head and groan for a while before finally regaining clarity.
When he came to his senses again, he found himself back in bed in his room, which startled him. However, he quickly realized that there were new things in his mind—techniques and martial arts.
“The Demon God Blood Technique! A divine-level technique that can be cultivated to become a Demon God.” His face was filled with shock upon seeing this. To have obtained a divine-level technique was simply too outrageous.
“No, this isn’t normal; there must be some conspiracy behind this.” Ren Pingsheng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and began to pace anxiously around the room.
Perhaps others would have been overjoyed at such a discovery, but he felt fear instead. It was too easy to obtain a divine-level technique; it just didn’t feel right. Coupled with his earlier suspicions, he became even more doubtful. There was definitely some conspiracy at play here—an outright scheme. The temptation of a divine-level technique was just waiting for someone to take the bait.
“Oh, has the inheritor finally awakened? It seems that the time for escape is drawing near. You cannot hold me back.” In an unseen grand hall somewhere, a shadowy figure murmured to itself.
The figure was covered in dust and bound by several large iron chains inscribed with countless mysterious patterns that suppressed its movements completely. However, the blood-red hair trailing on the ground was quite conspicuous.
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