Chapter 1105 - 581: Devouring Soul Essence, Mastering a Path to the Venerable

Yang Fan’s mind moved, and he first added a point.

The attributes changed.

[Physical Value: 1635]

[Spirit Value: 3282]

[Elemental Spirit: 46124]

In recent months, the physical value increased by nearly 140 points, while the spirit value increased by more than 200 points.

The Mermaid was extremely surprised by this, but he was not too satisfied.

Now with this huge amount of True Origin Points, it’s enough for him to advance to High Rank Knight, Quasi Venerable, and it’s not impossible to advance all the way to Venerable.

If he adds 10 points to both physical value and spirit value each day, reaching the 10,000-point threshold of a Venerable won’t take many years.

This is an absurdly fast speed.

Under normal circumstances, the cultivation time from Knight to Venerable is usually measured in "centuries".

It’s common to spend three to four hundred years to advance to Venerable, and advancing within a hundred years is enough to be called a genius.

Apart from this.

Yang Fan has another unexpected gain.

A faint blood-colored glow, emitting an illusory blood flame, was drifting motionlessly before his eyes.

This is indeed—Soul Essence.

Last time, in order to seize a high-level Supreme Treasure, he refined the soul of Bond from the Lan Shi People, obtaining the purest Soul Essence.

Soul Essence is a level higher than Soul Essence.

Simply put, the biggest difference between the two is that Soul Essence contains an understanding of the Law.

And the Saint Heir losing a piece of Soul Essence is definitely a heavy loss.

Yang Fan couldn’t help but smile: "With this, the Saint Heir surely has formed a deadly feud with the White Flame Race, the more fierce the fight, the better."

As a powerful Demon Venerable, it’s impossible for the Saint Heir not to retaliate fiercely.

The nature of demons is alienation and loss of control, he now fully understands that conflicts within the Five Colored Flame Race are typical "loss of control".

The Saint Heir being scammed would want to retaliate to vent his anger, which also belongs to "loss of control", forcing suppression is not the demon’s way.

However.

For a Knight, Soul Essence is a very dangerous thing.

If a Knight rashly absorbs and merges with this thing, it’s tantamount to a lower level devouring a higher level, and the probability of success will naturally not be high.

The result of fusion failure is being "polluted" in reverse, and ultimately becoming a puppet of the Saint Heir.

But Yang Fan has a way.

He gently raised a finger and with a slight thought, a gray-white flame immediately ignited.

This is the Nether Flame of the Ancient God.

Yang Fan had a feeling that Soul Essence was the "nourishment" for the Nether Flame of the Ancient God.

As expected.

The burning flames of the Nether Flame were noticeably fiercer than usual, and you could faintly feel what seemed to be a mood called "excitement".

Yang Fan didn’t hesitate any longer, and immediately extended his finger.

The dancing light flames of the Nether Flame lightly touched the Soul Essence.

The next moment.

The Soul Essence suddenly expanded into a large circle, transforming from a light spot into a red fireball.

Yang Fan’s ears were filled with a majestic roar.

"Blasphemy..."

The voice undoubtedly wanted to say "blasphemer," but it didn’t even get the chance to finish.

Hundreds of thin gray-white flame snakes emerged from the Nether Flame, burrowing into the fireball formed from the Soul Essence.

The roar was abruptly cut off.

Replaced by a panicked voice: "Get out!"

Then came a scream: "Ah~"

The Nether Flame is a power from the Ancient God, mere essence is nothing compared to the Nether Flame.

"Ah~"

The scream initially grew louder, then at a certain point began to fade until it became inaudible.

By this time, the Nether Flame had already completely enveloped the Soul Essence.

This meant the devouring had begun.

A strange phenomenon occurred.

Yang Fan’s mind fell into a strange trance.

In a daze, he felt as if he had become a demon.

This was a very real experience.

Vision, touch, hearing, smell, all were indistinguishable from the real world.

"Ah!"

Accompanied by mad wails.

A living body, covered in black hair all over, vaguely ape-like in shape, with a short horn on its forehead, had its abdomen cut open.

"Yang Fan" crawled out from its belly, body covered in blood, and with a pair of bewildered vertical pupils, gazed at this world.

"He" was born.

"Kill her!"

A demon stood beside him, giving a command.

"Yang Fan" nodded ignorantly, then mindlessly raised sharp claws and cluelessly slit open the throat of the single-horned ape.

Blood immediately gushed out.

"He" inexplicably got a bit excited, brought his head closer, greedily sucking until the blood stopped flowing.

"He" straightened up, saw the green pupils of the corpse had already solidified, still containing immense fear.

Later, "Yang Fan" learned that the womb that nurtured him belonged to a Civilization World called the "Violent Ape Race."

The reason they were called the Violent Ape Race was because these apes were inherently cruel and bloodthirsty.

However, no matter how cruel and bloodthirsty a Civilization World might be, it was not as bloodthirsty as the Qing yang Demon Race.

The "Frenzied Bloodline" under the Red Flame Race chose the Violent Ape World and turned it into a "womb" for nurturing their own kind.

Billions of violent apes were exterminated, and more than six hundred million demons were born.

The Qing yang Demon Race used a special method so that the Violent Ape World was not destroyed but became a "children’s playground" for breeding the next generation.

"Yang Fan" lived like a beast in the Violent Ape World.

To survive, "he" continually slaughtered other newborn demons while avoiding being hunted by stronger individuals.

This was the social rule of the demons.

Only the strong could survive; the weak had to be eliminated.

In a sense, this was also part of being "out of control."

The Frenzied Bloodline periodically dropped resources at various spots on the Violent Ape Star. Whoever grabbed the resources could grow faster.

This approach further intensified the competition among the young demons.

Because not scrambling for resources meant slower growth and inevitably being eliminated.

Ten years later.

Of over eight hundred million demons, fewer than a hundred million remained, reaching an astonishing elimination rate.

"Yang Fan" became a demon who persisted until the end.

"He" not only awakened his superpower but also quickly grew into a warrior.

"He" even raised a group of female demons, leading them in raids.

If they faced extreme scarcity of food, "he" would kill the weakest female demon as sustenance.

Then.

The Saint Heir of the Frenzied Bloodline, the Venerable of the lineage, descended to the Violent Ape World to personally select the elite of the new generation.

Those selected would become members of the "main branch" and receive more resources and focused cultivation.

Those not selected were classified as "side branches," receiving fewer resources and having a lower status than the main branch.

To put it bluntly: the side branch was just cannon fodder for the lineage.

Unfortunately, "Yang Fan" was not selected and was placed among the cannon fodder.

"He" was very unwilling.

After the selection, "he" returned to the demons’ lair—the Pain Wilderness—to undergo a year’s training before starting his missions.

The mission was singular: to destroy various Civilization Worlds and use countless corpses to build giant pain obelisks.

In the decades that followed, "Yang Fan" fought tirelessly, killing relentlessly, earning numerous merits, and smoothly advancing to High Rank Warrior.

"He" secretly used every possible means to kill many main branch members, stepping over their corpses to advance.

"He" did not realize that this behavior was precisely in line with the demon’s path of "out of control."

Yet it was not completely out of control, as it still followed certain rules.

Then again.

When "Yang Fan" reached the threshold of Venerable Knight, "he" gained attention from above and defied fate to be included in the main branch.

A demon warrior capable of this was perhaps one in ten thousand.

"He" was very excited but knew that greater challenges lay ahead.

Six months later.

"Yang Fan," as a main branch member, led a team on a mission to infiltrate a certain Civilization World.

"He" was betrayed by several subordinates and was severely wounded in battle, sinking to the bottom of a lake, and was swallowed whole by a lake beast.

This was an almost certain death scenario.

Yet "Yang Fan" survived.

In this critical moment, "he" unexpectedly comprehended a Blood Sacrifice Secret Technique and lived inside the lake beast’s stomach for three months, absorbing its life force to nourish his body, eventually miraculously recovering.

Three months later.

The lake beast’s life force was exhausted.

"Yang Fan" burst out from the lake beast’s belly and exacted bloody revenge on the betrayers.

"He" caught each betrayer, gnawing their bodies alive, making them suffer immense pain before dying.

A year later.

Relying on the opportunity of perceiving life and death, "Yang Fan" broke through the second barrier in one go and successfully advanced to Knight.

Time trickled away.

Two hundred seventy years faded into the past.

"Yang Fan" endured countless ordeals, facing life-and-death crises nearly a hundred times.

He was even hunted twice by Venerable powerhouses, and there were more than a dozen instances where he lay severely injured for half a year; had his injuries been slightly worse, "he" might have died.

Finally, during an expedition in another Civilization World, "he" unexpectedly comprehended the Law and finally broke the third barrier to become a revered Venerable.

The wondrous journey continued for a long time.

Yang Fan woke up.

At this moment, the Soul Essence had been completely devoured by the Ancient God’s Nether Flame.

The Nether Flame had increased over twofold.

This was a significant enhancement.

Yang Fan’s eyes were a bit bewildered, with a sense of "am I, or am I not": "Is this the life of the Demon Saint Heir? Truly unbelievable."

He "read" the entire life of the Demon Saint Heir, acquiring all its experiences.

This was an enormous treasure.

He also felt a little afraid.

If not for the Nether Flame burning away the imprint within the Essence, he would certainly have become the Saint He’s heir’s avatar.

Yang Fan looked down at his hands, murmuring, "I seem to have grasped the path to the rank of Venerable."

He shook his head: "It’s a pity that this is the path of the demons. I cannot transform into a demon."