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"Not bad, this Soul is quite powerful. The potential of Soul is also astonishing; no wonder it meets the requirements." The man in black who entered Ren Pingsheng's sea of consciousness, or rather Demon Emperor, was very satisfied, as if he were surveying his own backyard.
"Let's see how this body is first," he muttered to himself, then began to try and control this new body. Slowly, the motionless Ren Pingsheng lying on the ground suddenly opened his eyes and sat up. He curiously examined his hands and then looked over his entire body, his face filled with joy.
"Not bad, not bad. This feels great!" Ren Pingsheng suddenly spoke, though his voice sounded a bit strange, carrying a sense of weariness. He slowly stood up, stumbling like a child learning to walk. It took him a while to adapt, but eventually, he could even jump around.
"This is strange; why is this kid's Dantian so peculiar?" After playing around for a while, Ren Pingsheng sat down again and looked inward at his Dantian, and even he was somewhat astonished. Such an unusual Dantian was something he had never encountered in all his experience as an Emperor-Level Expert.
He tried to channel Demonic Energy into the Dantian, but as soon as it entered, it was swallowed by the endless darkness. It felt as if it had vanished completely, and he couldn't sense where it had gone.
"How is this possible? Could this strange Dantian be absorbing Demonic Energy?" He thought as he observed the Five-Color Mist slowly rotating in the center of the Dantian. He attempted to control that mist, but it ignored him completely and continued to spin on its own.
"This is troublesome; if I can't control this Five-Color Mist and can't get Demonic Energy into the Dantian, how can I cultivate? This means I won't be able to cultivate at all."
Now that this body had been transformed by Demonic Energy, especially with the changes in the Meridian, it was more suited for practicing demonic techniques. If there were no external influences, within a year, this body would fully take shape. From then on, only Demonic Energy could circulate within, and he could only cultivate using Demonic Energy.
"Do I have to switch to the True Qi Cultivation Method? But that's not something that can be done quickly." He would first need to disperse the Demonic Energy within him and then gradually absorb True Qi, transforming his Meridian back. Thinking about this made him feel like he was hitting a wall; after all that effort, it seemed he was just wasting time.
"The key issue is this strange Dantian. Can this really work?" He still felt uncertain. He couldn't make up his mind; this concerned his future cultivation. If he couldn't make any progress after going out, living aimlessly would be worse than dying here.
"Forget it; I'll use the Secret Technique first to bypass this life limit! I hope it works; I don't have much time left." He immediately sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes.
In Ren Pingsheng's sea of consciousness, the expression of Demon Emperor hesitated for a long time before finally making a decision. Then he turned his head to look at the muddled state of the Soul due to Ren Pingsheng's coma.
This kind of sky-changing Secret Technique is rare. Many Emperor-Level Experts, even those at the imperial level, often resort to such techniques when their life limit approaches. However, it's incredibly defiant against fate. Therefore, there are significant restrictions, and the success rate is very low—perhaps one in ten or even one in a hundred might succeed.
Even if successful, one would lose many original memories. Moreover, this rebirth technique requires that the practitioner's cultivation does not exceed Martial Mastery. Thus, one essentially has to start cultivating from scratch; the only advantage is that you gain considerable experience and knowledge of techniques.
The Secret Technique of the Demon Emperor involves merging with the chosen one's Soul, forming a new Soul centered around his own. This effectively creates a brand new person. Naturally, it would eliminate his life limit, and from then on, his age would correspond to that of the chosen individual.
There is a significant flaw in this Secret Technique. A Soul is inherently unique; merging two different Souls is as difficult as having water and fire coexist. Most importantly, once the two Souls begin to merge, they start to conflict and consume each other. The more they consume, the fewer memories you retain. If either Soul dissipates, both will vanish simultaneously.
Otherwise, with the powerful Souls of those extraordinary beings, even if they fail, they could easily escape. Wouldn't that allow them to experiment without any concerns? This is the greatest limitation of those sky-stealing and fate-defying Secret Techniques. If a failure occurs, the Soul will directly dissipate, which means death. No matter how high your cultivation level is, it cannot be resisted.
"Let's begin!" The Demon Emperor gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, starting to chant incantations. He did not want to miss this opportunity and hoped for success.
Soon, his figure began to blur, and gradually the Surroundings seemed to extend countless tentacles that slowly wrapped around Ren Pingsheng's Soul. The two Souls began to make contact, seemingly on the verge of merging. Once merged, Ren Pingsheng would disappear forever.
"Who dares to target the heir of the Ancient Lan Divine Art?" Suddenly, a white light enveloped Ren Pingsheng's body. The voice penetrated into the sea of consciousness, resonating in the ears of the Demon Emperor. This voice was like a great bell, shaking his Soul, nearly causing him to lose his composure.
"What is this? Who is this? Just a casual word has such power; what must their cultivation be..." He suddenly dared not think further. Just as he was contemplating what to do, he felt his Soul begin to contract and then return to its black-clad form. Then he tightened all over, and in a daze, he emerged from Ren Pingsheng's body.
"Oh, so it's you little ones from the demon clan targeting the heir; you have quite a bit of audacity." What appeared before him was a blurry White Figure, making it impossible to see its features. However, the Demon Emperor clearly sensed that the figure was scrutinizing him as if everything was laid bare before its eyes.
"May I ask who the Senior is?" he asked cautiously. Just based on that one move that effortlessly extracted his Soul from Ren Pingsheng, he knew he was no match for this being.
"Who am I? You wouldn't know even if I told you. It seems that after that battle long ago, many demons remained on this continent; there are even some Holy Demons. Although two thousand years have passed, there shouldn't be much change; no wonder the demon clan still exists." The White Figure merely glanced and saw through all of the Demon Emperor's memories.
"Former... Senior!" Upon hearing this, the Demon Emperor broke into a cold sweat; these were all things from his memories. How could someone see through them at a glance? This ability sent chills down his spine; even when facing a holy-level expert from his clan back then, he had never felt such fear.
"I can't be bothered to argue with you little ones. This person is my heir; you cannot touch him. Go back obediently!"
"Ah, please forgive me, Senior. I truly didn't know..." His expression changed drastically upon realizing that this was the heir of such a mysterious expert. Although he did not know their exact cultivation level, it certainly wouldn't be inferior to those old-timers in his clan. Everything he had just done made him feel uneasy.
The White Figure said nothing more and simply waved its hand lightly. A beam of white light entered Ren Pingsheng's body, and then black mist began to rise from within him. In just a few blinks, all of the Demonic Energy within Ren Pingsheng vanished without a trace.
No, it should be said that the negative energies contained within the Demonic Energy disappeared, leaving only pure energy behind. Anyone could absorb it and refine it. The Meridian regained its clarity and transparency; the Five-Color Mist in the Dantian trembled gently as the True Qi began to circulate automatically.
"You have been by his side for a hundred years; consider this your punishment. This is a piece of Ten Thousand Year Soul Nourishing Wood. If you stay inside it, you can last at least one or two thousand years. What happens then will depend on his decision." With another wave of his hand, the Demon Emperor vanished and reappeared holding a piece of black wood about one foot long and as thick as a child's arm.
Then he glanced at Ren Pingsheng, who also disappeared alongside him. The underground cave returned to complete silence without a trace of sound. This was an enclosed space; without the presence of the Demon Emperor, there was no longer any danger.
After losing consciousness, Ren Pingsheng felt as if he was sinking into an endless darkness, unable to find a way out. He kept running, knowing that if he got trapped here, it would be troublesome. The Demon Emperor would definitely not let him go; even if there was no hope, he had to struggle.
He didn't know how long it had been—perhaps ten years, perhaps a hundred. In any case, it was a very long time. Just when he was starting to feel a bit hazy and on the verge of giving up, he suddenly saw a white light appear in the distance. It was like the sun piercing through dark clouds, bringing warmth.
Soon, he reached the white light and reached out to touch it, feeling warmth and comfort. Gradually, his consciousness began to clear up, and everything became vivid.
When he opened his eyes, the darkness had vanished. What greeted him was the sight of an underground cave, with black mountain rocks. Everything looked so clear and familiar.
"I..." He paused for a moment before realizing what had happened. Then he flipped over and got up, turning his head around cautiously. "I'm not dead; I'm still alive. I'm really alive."
He felt more surprise than shock. "What exactly is going on? What about the Demon Emperor? Did something happen to him that allowed me to survive?"
"Cough cough... Stop looking; I'm right here!" Suddenly, a voice came from behind him, startling Ren Pingsheng. He saw a man dressed in black emerge from a piece of black wood.
"You... you are the Demon Emperor? How did you end up like this? What about that skeleton?" Ren Pingsheng glanced at the fallen skeleton in disbelief.
"What does it matter? That's my Soul; I naturally abandoned that body when it became unusable. Right now, I'm residing in this wood. I need to discuss something with you," the Demon Emperor said with a complex expression.
"What is it?" Ren Pingsheng asked warily. He clearly remembered everything the Demon Emperor had done to him before. Although he didn't understand why things had turned out this way, he dared not relax even slightly.
"Don't worry; I just checked your body and found it unsuitable for me, so I gave up on that idea. It's quite simple: I will temporarily stay by your side while you help me find someone suitable. In return, I can guide you in your cultivation or provide you with corresponding rewards."
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