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Ren Pingsheng looked at the ring on the hand of the skeleton, his eyes flickering. He then turned to the formation glowing with golden light, his expression somewhat obscure.
"What kind of formation is this that can trap the Demon Emperor?" Although he was somewhat envious of the Spatial Ring, he was even more apprehensive about this formation. A formation capable of trapping an Emperor-Level Expert would easily be able to contain a mere Warrior Realm martial artist like him.
Ren Pingsheng circled around the formation several times before sitting down outside, pondering how he could obtain that Spatial Ring; he didn’t want to miss out on such a fortuitous encounter. However, he had no understanding of formations and no means to deal with it.
"Why not give it a try? Perhaps this formation won't affect me," he thought with a hint of luck. He slowly walked over and reached out, gently touching the golden formation.
"Pop!" It was like a bubble bursting upon contact, leaving Ren Pingsheng stunned. He had considered every possible scenario before, but never thought it would turn out like this. Could it be that this formation, like the trapped Demon Emperor, had exhausted its energy over two thousand years?
A gust of black wind swept by, causing his vision to blur. In that moment, he felt a chill. It seemed something evil had been released.
"Never mind, I’ll grab the Spatial Ring and quickly find a way to leave here. Since I was able to be transported in, there must be a way out," Ren Pingsheng suppressed his unease and approached the skeleton, reaching for the Spatial Ring.
Suddenly, a black wind began to swirl through the underground cavern for no apparent reason, as if celebrating or cheering. The previously motionless skeleton suddenly had its hollow eyes ignite with two flames of black fire, startling Ren Pingsheng who was standing close by.
"How is this possible? Could it be..." Ren Pingsheng quickly retreated, warily watching the skeleton, struggling to believe what was happening.
"Crack... crack..." The bones of the seated skeleton emitted eerie sounds. Then its arm lifted awkwardly and began to move before slowly standing up. It took a few unsteady steps before finding its balance.
Ren Pingsheng remained silent, watching intently; this wasn’t the first time he had seen such a scene. He had witnessed something similar with the Bone Elder in the Azure Wind Secret Realm—a far more terrifying being. He had been lucky to survive that encounter; he could only wonder what would happen this time.
"How many years has it been? I have finally awakened," the skeleton suddenly spoke, its tone filled with nostalgia. However, its voice sounded like two pieces of metal scraping against each other—exceedingly grating.
"Was it you who awakened me?" The skeleton raised its head, its hollow eyes fixed on Ren Pingsheng. The black flames within flickered unpredictably as if pondering something.
"Uh... yes, may I ask if you are the Demon Emperor, Senior?" Ren Pingsheng asked cautiously, fearing to provoke the being and land himself in danger.
"Demon Emperor? I remember long ago someone called me that. I never expected that even a Little One like you would know."
"Hiss..." He gasped in shock; it truly was him. Two thousand years had passed, yet he was still alive. Even an Emperor-Level Expert has a long lifespan but typically only lives for about two thousand years. The Demon Emperor rose to fame two thousand years ago and was already an Emperor-Level Expert then. By this calculation, his lifespan must far exceed two thousand years.
Although there are some longevity Elixirs, he is trapped here, where such things would be found. Moreover, it is said that he was severely injured at that time. Yet, after so many years, he is still alive. It's just that this appearance seems a bit strange.
"I have been in a deep sleep, leaving only a fragment of my consciousness outside. The fact that you can come here means you have been chosen to enter. Tell me, how long has it been since then?"
Ren Pingsheng felt a chill in his heart. What does being chosen to enter mean? However, he honestly replied, "Demon Emperor, Senior, it has been two thousand years since your battle back then."
"Two thousand years? No wonder I feel so weak; it seems the time is almost up." The skeleton muttered to itself, but Ren Pingsheng heard it clearly. Does this mean that his lifespan is also coming to an end? For him, this time is indeed quite long.
"Kid, do you know why you are here?"
"Well, I don't understand. Please enlighten me, Senior."
"Actually, I was severely injured back then and left a sliver of consciousness outside. I originally wanted to find someone of Heritage so as not to waste my knowledge. So I set a condition: the one who inherits must be a genius. They must be below Martial Master and must comprehend 'Momentum' and 'Artistic Conception.'"
Ren Pingsheng was shocked to hear this. So they were looking for someone of Heritage; if the news of the Demon Emperor's Heritage got out, it would surely attract many people. Even those major powers would likely not let it go.
"If someone who meets these conditions comes to Demon Soul Valley and shows their abilities, they will automatically be brought down here as my Heritage person. But time has passed swiftly, and no one has been able to enter until now."
The skeleton's gaze fixed on Ren Pingsheng, and it inexplicably smiled, its voice harsh. "It's just a pity you came too late. If you had arrived a few hundred years earlier, perhaps you could have truly obtained the Heritage. But now... I'm afraid it won't go as you wish."
"Senior, what do you mean by that?" Initially excited about the possibility of obtaining the Heritage, Ren Pingsheng felt disappointed. Although he might not cultivate the demon clan's techniques, other treasures should still be valuable. Why not take them? Even some martial arts Movement Techniques could be beneficial.
But what did his current words mean? Was he not preparing to give him the Heritage? Did that mean he intended to bury him here instead? Or did he have other plans?
"Hehe, what do I mean? Because I've suddenly become reluctant to die, I can only trouble you for a bit. Let me use your body! This way I can leave here and be reborn. How could this era be without me, the Demon Emperor!" The skeleton laughed sharply, its mouth opening and closing in a bizarre and terrifying manner.
Ren Pingsheng knew immediately that something was wrong; this Demon Emperor clearly had ill intentions. He quickly glanced around but unfortunately did not find any teleportation array. He felt anxious; he did not believe he could match this Demon Emperor. After all, the opponent was a royal-level expert; even if weakened, he was not someone he could handle.
"Stop looking; there is no teleportation array here. If you want to leave, you need my permission. Kid, accept your fate. You are also a genius; as my new body, I will elevate you to unprecedented heights and make everyone revere you."
"Hmph, that's easy for you to say. By then, I will no longer be myself; what use is any achievement?" Ren Pingsheng retorted coldly while thinking of ways to escape.
"Hehe, whether you like it or not, you will become my new body. Now let me modify your body; your current form is not suitable for me." The skeleton smiled and waved its hand; Ren Pingsheng suddenly felt an overwhelming force pressing down on him, rendering him completely immobile.
"You... what are you going to do?" At that moment, he felt a tightness in his heart and began to panic. However, there was no hope of breaking free, like an ant facing a towering mountain; the pressure left him powerless.
"Didn't I say? I'm going to help you transform your body. I am a demon, and what I need is naturally a demon's body. Your talent is good, but your body does not satisfy me."
He took a couple of steps closer. Waves of Black Magic Energy surged around him, instantly filling the underground cavern with black Demonic Energy. Then, this Demonic Energy rushed into Ren Pingsheng's body like sharks sensing blood.
"You... ah..." The immobile Ren Pingsheng was about to say something when he felt a sharp pain inside, as if knives were piercing through him, causing him to let out a cry of agony.
This Demonic Energy and True Qi were like water and fire, completely incompatible. Once they clashed, it would be a fight to the death until one side was completely extinguished.
Inside Ren Pingsheng was True Qi, while an endless stream of Demonic Energy surged in. They immediately clashed. The Demonic Energy continuously eroded and attacked, while True Qi, after an initial setback, began to hold its ground. The two sides fought fiercely, but it was Ren Pingsheng who suffered.
"Hehe, how does it feel to have Demonic Energy flooding your body? Enjoy it! Once this Demonic Energy completely occupies your body and transforms it, that will be my time to break free into the world. Hmph, those hypocrites from the Xuanjian Sect will learn what true fear is."
The skeleton watched Ren Pingsheng scream in agony amidst the black mist, feeling quite pleased. His eyes sparkled with flames as if watching an artwork he crafted slowly take shape and become perfect.
Ren Pingsheng's body had turned into a battlefield, with conflicts erupting everywhere. Although this was the domain of True Qi, the Demonic Energy of the Demon Emperor was much purer than True Qi. Coupled with the corrosive and aggressive nature of Demonic Energy, True Qi was forced to retreat despite its defensive stance.
The areas occupied by Demonic Energy saw the Meridians become riddled with holes. However, not long after, they began to heal slowly; unfortunately, at this point, the Meridians were no longer clear but shrouded in black mist. This was evidently what the Demon Emperor referred to as transformation.
"Ah... ah..." Ren Pingsheng desperately endured the pain within him but involuntarily let out cries of despair. This suffering was greater than all the physical training pains he had experienced before combined; it barely compared to even one-tenth of it. His consciousness gradually began to blur amidst this endless agony, as if he were sinking into darkness.
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