CHAPTER 430: CHAPTER 372: 9 REVOLUTIONS MYSTICAL TECHNIQUE, THE CHAOS OF DEMONS BEGINS

The seventeenth year of King Mu of Zhou.

The Treasure Pill was forged, and the golden radiance lingered for a hundred days.

Inside the secret chamber, Song Lin swallowed a golden pill.

Boom!

At the instant of ingestion, scalding energy erupted from his throat, like molten lava, coursing through his limbs and bones, burning everything in its wake.

The medicinal strength of this pill was overwhelming.

Unable to absorb it entirely, Song Lin recklessly attempted Rejuvenation Pill six times, amplifying its potency by hundreds or even thousands of times.

Boom!

Golden light radiated from Song Lin’s body, shining like the sun over all directions.

The brilliance intensified, and the entire city of Haojing transitioned from night into day.

Noticing something was amiss, Song Lin urgently entered the Lord’s Eight Trigrams Furnace to use its force to refine the pill’s medicinal strength.

True Fire Refining Golden Body.

The golden light on his body gradually subsided, finally dimming to a subtle glow.

The power of Shebi Corpse merged into his flesh.

The energy of Nine-Transformation Indestructible Body dissipated and recombined. The flesh attained exceptional vitality, yet merely enhancing physical strength appeared insufficient.

But Song Lin could no longer bear to absorb such a potent medicine.

Attempting forced absorption could risk bodily explosion and death.

He had no choice but to disperse it forcefully.

At this moment, Song Lin suddenly recalled something.

Since his physical body had such immense potential for enhancement, why not add something new?

Song Lin pondered deeply, thinking of the mythical Sun Monkey and the Nine-Transformation Mysterious Skill.

Perhaps he could incorporate the Divine Skill of 72 Transformations?

Combining Nine-Transformation Indestructible Body and the 72 Transformations into one.

The Nine-Transformation Golden Body would cease to be merely rigid but gain versatility and transformation.

Softness amid strength, strength within flexibility.

Such a corporeal body would be a peerless vessel for tribulation crossing.

The eighteenth year of King Mu of Zhou.

The winds surged, the clouds roiled, and a black shroud draped over the sun.

Beasts fled in every direction, the winds surged and the clouds billowed.

"What’s happening?"

"Such immense power!"

"The Emperor?"

The mighty ones of Great Zhou lifted their heads.

Now, Great Zhou had no shortage of powerful figures—Purple Mansion housed Marquis Lvu, Thunder God, Nine-Tailed Yellow Dragon, and Xu State’s New Duke—yet only Song Lin was crossing tribulation.

After all, tribulation-crossers were the national protectors, spiritual pillars of their clans. Even if they submitted, Song Lin couldn’t accept them lightly.

The crowd engaged in fervent discussions but dared not enter the forbidden zone of the Emperor’s seclusion.

The vassals around the land mostly submitted, not daring to rebel.

Song Lin sat at the center of the tribulation clouds, his thoughts racing.

"The Nine-Transformation Indestructible Body has finally merged with the 72 Transformations. Let’s call it the Nine-Transformation Mysterious Skill, and today, I’ll test its capability."

The 72 Transformations belonged to "Transformation," one of the Twelve Cloud Seals, while the Nine-Transformation Indestructible Body did not belong to the Cloud Seal System. Now their union had increased the complexity of the Cloud Seal significantly.

Thinking of this, Song Lin silently activated the heart technique guided by Zhengxin.

This heart technique bypassed the 365-year limit, prematurely summoning the Heavenly Tribulation.

Whoosh!

A cyan whirlwind descended.

It poured down his body from above, with cyan wind rising from within his organs.

This was Bifeng.

Bifeng penetrates all defenses, eradicating divine shape, and adapts to each individual’s strength.

Upon contact with Bifeng, Song Lin’s immediate reaction was pain—excruciating pain like countless small blades torturously slicing away.

Even the Nine-Transformation Golden Body couldn’t withstand such agony. This pain burrowed into the marrow, resisting all defense.

It took Song Lin a long while to adapt to it.

Bifeng continuously shredded his flesh, primordial energy, and Divine Soul power. Thanks to the Nine-Transformation Mysterious Skill, they recovered instantly.

Over time, Song Lin instead acclimated to the agony.

The Heavenly Tribulation not only destroyed but also brought rebirth.

Song Lin carefully sensed the changes it brought.

While cultivation methods imbued into the flesh could be taken away, realms couldn’t.

If one failed tribulation crossing in stories, they might merely lose their memory; in reality, there was no second chance.

...

Reality.

The distant East Sea.

Emerald waves stretched endlessly, the seawater pitch-black.

Where the water was green, it was shallow; where deep, it was abyssal.

In the water less than one hundred meters offshore from Wu Country’s coast, the seawater turned black, showcasing the ocean’s sheer dreadfulness in this world.

The sea was the domain of demons, an untouchable expanse for humanity.

At this moment, islands of emerald green floated across the sea.

Numerous ferocious demons roamed these islands.

Armies of shrimp and crab, Black Shark Half-men, Thousand-foot Island Black Snakes, Thousand-legged Sea Centipedes, Thousand-Handed Cuttlefish... all in all, hundreds of aquatic demon species.

The Deep Sea demons were all colossal entities; aside from the ordinary shrimp, crab armies, and miscellaneous fish demon soldiers, the rest were at least one hundred zhang tall.

Floating amid the sea waves, upon closer inspection, those islands were no islands—they were massive giant turtles.

The South Sea Giant Turtle clan, one of the dominant powers amidst the overseas Demon Islands.

Boom!

A hundred sea islands crashed into the shore.

The demons and ghosts upon them surged towards the mortal realm.

Though sea demons, their ability to manipulate water allowed them to tread upon towering waves as if on land; there was little difference between land and sea.

One lone island transformed into the form of the Third Prince.

"Hah, at last, I can indulge in slaughter!"

The Third Prince wore a sinister grin; this was the territory of the Heaven and Earth Xuan Sect. He began by slaughtering, as agreed beforehand, in the absence of Taoist guards.

He then proceeded to the border to infiltrate the Black Heaven Law Realm Alliance.

"Warriors! Kill!"

With gleeful laughter, the Third Prince soared to a mortal village, exhaled a breath of white mist, enveloping the village. Hundreds of mortals spiraled upward, then the white mist coiled.

The mortals’ essence blood was sucked dry, the white mist turned into blood mist, returning to the mouth of the Heavenly Turtle.

The Third Prince had been fretting over how to execute a blood sacrifice for a certain Magic Treasure—this presented the perfect opportunity.

This was also why he agreed so quickly.

The slaughter began.

Demons invaded the borders of the Heaven and Earth Xuan Sect Alliance and caught them off guard.

The Third Prince of Wu State’s territory suffered devastating blows, desolation pervaded, and cities collapsed.

Even the Taoists guarding the shores sustained heavy casualties.

Though it had been mutually agreed beforehand to spare fewer Taoists, how could the Demon Clan adhere to such terms?

The Third Prince of Wu State (King Yue)’s territory saw damage on a large scale. To recover vitality would take at least a decade.

But this gap in time introduced errors in the succession struggle, causing them to lose the opportunity for the throne.

"This is intolerable! Utterly intolerable!"

The Black Heaven Law Realm Alliance Heavenly Master, Chi Wujie, was furious.

It was too shameless—clearly, someone from the same sect was conspiring with the demons.

Succession disputes used to involve disciples pitting their skills against each other, but now territorial governance was added. No mere disciples could destroy an entire nation outright, nor could they openly wipe out another’s lands.

Chi Wujie would never have imagined there would be collaboration with demons.

"Heavenly Master, what should we do now?"

"Kill the demons first! And... inform the South Sea Sea Covering Demon Monarch. Hmph, if I suffer, none of you will have it easy. Playing foul with me, eh?"

"It must be that Spirit Treasure fellow!"

The next day, Chi Wujie Heavenly Master summoned the Golden Lock Chain Primordial Spirit to battle the Heavenly Turtle True Monarch, repelling the sea demons’ offensive.

Three days later, the Sea Covering Jiao-Dragon Clan landed from the East Sea, seizing five hundred miles and inflicting heavy losses on the Yuzhen Sect and Yuanfu Sect.

Two thousand Jiao-Dragon Demons charged into Lingzhou, blood sacrificing three vital towns of the Eighth Prince (Yan King).

Both sides burned with fury, dredging up old and new grievances, escalating the battle with demon proxies.

The Demon Islands, too, harbored powerful figures who exploited the chaos, manipulating both sides. A mysterious Nine-Headed Snake Lord even launched assaults on the Jiuxiao Dao Alliance’s key strongholds from the upper East Sea.

Thus, the situation veered out of control.

In just two months.

War engulfed all of Wu Country’s coastline as human and demon clans broke their prior equilibrium.

Localized conflicts escalated on all fronts.

Even Spirit Treasure Heavenly Master, the instigator, hadn’t anticipated such developments—this dispute was bound to remain shrouded in ambiguity regarding who instigated the first move.

...

Donghua Jungle.

Looking over the hand-delivered intelligence, Song Lin rubbed his temples.

"What a mess."

He placed the battle report aside and examined his inner self.

Indeed, the Nine-Transformation Mysterious Skill had carried over to reality; it was merely limited to the stage achievable in the real world—just a month or two of practical proficiency.

Still, this was sufficient.

Song Lin summoned Zhengxin.

"Senior, I’ll be entering seclusion for a period. Might I trouble you to oversee the sect during this time?"

Zhengxin closed his eyes, divining fortunes and disasters.

"The situation is complex, with fortunes and misfortunes unclear. Don’t worry; the sect is in safe hands."

"By the way, why are you entering seclusion?"

"To cross tribulation!"

"To... cross tribulation? Already?"

Zhengxin was incredulous.

Song Lin had advanced to the tribulation-crossing stage within mere years.

"Why not wait a bit longer? Tribulation crossing is no trivial matter."

"There’s no need. It’s just crossing tribulation; the time is ripe, and it’s the same whenever."

Song Lin politely refused.

"Just crossing tribulation..." Zhengxin’s face twitched, tempted to give Song Lin a sound beating.

Still, seeing Song Lin’s confidence, he refrained from discouragement.

After delegating routine affairs, Song Lin once again entered secluded cultivation.

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