Chapter 1147 - 750: Rising Like the Sun

Chapter 1147: Chapter 750: Rising Like the Sun

Deep inside the Cold Ice Cave, the secret chamber was silent.

After seeing off the Demon Lord with a Thousand Eyes, Shen Xuan sat quietly for a long time.

The pearls embedded in the stone wall emitted a cold light, casting his elongated shadow onto the icy Jade Wall.

"Yin Yang Dharma King is really going to take that step?"

Shen Xuan’s eyes were contemplative.

As expected of the Grand Elder of the Hehuan Sect, lying dormant for centuries with such astonishing ambition.

In recent years, this person has kept a low profile.

Controlling the Hehuan Sect, claiming neutrality, it has been secretly expanding all along.

Using the Celestial Fragrance Pavilion as a bridge, the intelligence network spread like spider silk, with its influence permeating the nearby countries.

He himself has been in secluded cultivation, intending to break through in one effort and ascend to the realm of the Demon Saint Ancestor.

By then, it would be effortless to unite the Demon Dao of Liang Country with the majesty of the Demon Saint Ancestor.

Such a significant matter must have been secretly planned for centuries.

Yet, at this moment, information has leaked.

Even figures like the Demon Lord with a Thousand Eyes can hear of it.

The deeper meanings therein are intriguing.

Shen Xuan closed his eyes, repeatedly sorting out the chaotic clues in his mind.

The truth remained hidden in the mist.

Perhaps this very news was a diversion.

The Yin Yang Dharma King might not be genuinely prepared, and whether he could break through to the Demon Realm remains uncertain.

Even though he is the first in the Demon Sect of Liang Country.

Breaking through to the Demon Realm is not so easily achieved.

The Celestial Tribulation is formidable, Heart Demons abound, and the backlash from the Demon Technique is a life-or-death struggle.

Looking over the ten thousand years of history in Liang Country, there is no successful precedent.

The only recorded instance is that of Demon Monarch Chonglou fifteen thousand years ago,

who reportedly took the risk to step into the Demon Realm, and six months later, succumbed to a backlash from the Demon Technique, exploding in body and soul.

Moreover, would the other four Great Demon Sects of Liang Country willingly submit to him?

And the Golden Spirit Race, who regard Liang Country as a closed-off delicacy from their perch in the Demon Realm, how could they sit by and watch as a Demon Saint Ancestor emerges in Liang Country?

Based on the years of the Yin Yang Dharma King’s prominence, even roughly estimated, his lifespan is running low.

The lifespan of a Nascent Soul Cultivator typically spans a thousand years, but this is a generalization.

The actual length of life is influenced by many factors such as the foundation of Cultivation Techniques, the condition of the Nascent Soul, Longevity Secret Techniques, among others.

It might be eight hundred years, or perhaps twelve hundred years, outsiders find it hard to judge.

Maybe the Yin Yang Dharma King’s lifespan is nearing its end, with the path ahead cut off.

Forced to take this risky leap, like breaking the cauldrons and sinking the boats for a final gamble.

After all, a breakthrough to a Great Realm brings a remarkable increase to one’s lifespan.

A Tier Five Cultivator would have a two-thousand-year lifespan.

However, the vastness of the Profound Origin Continent, Tier Five Cultivators are mostly concentrated in a few strong countries like Jin, Zhao, Qin, within their major sects.

In other areas, they are scarcely heard of.

In Shen Xuan’s view, Spiritual Qi is also a special energy in the world, following the law of conservation.

It has its operational rules, not inexhaustible.

Once a cultivator enters the Divinity Transformation Realm, the daily cultivation requires an immense amount of Spiritual Qi.

Without the nourishment of a Tier Five Spirit Vein, it’s impossible to sustain.

The same logic applies to Demon Cultivators.

The highest grade of Demon Veins in Liang Country only reaches Tier Four Top Grade, unable to support a Demon Saint Ancestor.

This is the true reason why no one has ever reached the status of a Demon Saint Ancestor in Liang Country in the span of ten thousand years.

Of course, compared to Liang Country, Song Country is even more pitiful.

There’s no record of a Divinity Transformation Celestial Monarch.

Even a Nascent Soul Late Stage is exceedingly rare.

The Profound Celestial Sect only has one Spirit Vein, graded at Tier Four Upper Grade.

They once attempted to nurture the vein to enhance its grade.

Unfortunately, the usual consumption was enormous.

There simply weren’t enough Spirit Stones to spend on nurturing the Spirit Vein.

"If the sky collapses, tall people will hold it up."

Shen Xuan exhaled deeply, suppressing the tumultuous thoughts in his mind.

No matter who stands behind the Demon Lord with a Thousand Eyes or what they plot.

He would not meddle in the disputes of the Demon Sect in Liang Country.

Thinking of his own situation, Shen Xuan couldn’t help but let out a bitter smile.

Times are not what they once were.

Nowadays, he indeed has many enemies.

The Transformational Demon Emperor of Qin Country, the Nascent Soul True Monarch from the Bright Flame Sect, the various Demon Monarchs of Liang Country...

None are easy to deal with.

Furthermore, there are a few with whom he shares a deep-seated enmity, a life-and-death struggle.

The Bloodthirsty Poison Mosquito Emperor, the Three-Eyed Thunder Peng Emperor, True Monarch Red Lotus, True Monarch Red Flame...

All of them formidable Tier Four Cultivators with extraordinary means!

And the Golden Spirit Race from the Demon Realm, always like a thorn in his side.

Jin Lijian, the Young Master of the Golden Spirit Race, already hates him to the bone, eager to eliminate him as soon as possible.

"Heh..."

Shen Xuan lightly shook his head and sighed.

In the past, where did he have so many troubles?

Those who became his enemies all went to the Western Paradise of Jile.

But now, powerful foes are looming like great mountains, pressing heavily upon him.

"In the end, it’s due to my inadequate strength."

The immediate priority is to enhance his own strength.

As long as the strength is strong enough, he can break free from the shackles of rules.

Shen Xuan stood up suddenly, all traces of heaviness in his eyes vanished, becoming as sharp as a cold star.

He can wait no longer.

The pace of cultivation must accelerate.

"No matter the cost, before the age of three hundred, attain Nascent Soul!"

The timeline is very tight.

Only thirty years left.

The Spiritual Power absorbed by the Tai Chi Golden Core is several times that of an ordinary Golden Core.

Thankfully, Shen Xuan is well-off and lacks no Cultivation Resources.

He entrusted the affairs of Starlight Island to Mysterious Trace True Master.

He could fully devote himself to his cultivation.

Of course, there was another matter that needed to speed up.

...

A year later.

On an unnamed mountain peak, the first light of dawn appeared.

Shen Xuan stood atop the peak, the mountain breeze billowing his blue robe.

He took out a gray Puppet Bag from his bosom, gently shaking the opening downward.

"Clatter!"

A large pile of components with a cold metallic luster poured out, piling up on the jagged rocks.

Shen Xuan gathered them all, his ten fingers moving like butterflies weaving through flowers.

The components seamlessly fit into each other, the clicking sounds of mortise and tenon joining were crisp and rhythmic.

In just a few dozen breaths, a Thunder Peng Puppet with a wingspan of three zhang was fully formed.

The entire body was streamlined, covered with dark metallic feathers, gleaming with a deep glow under the morning light.