Irreversible, Demonic Divinity Sacrificial Transformation Art

Irreversible, Demonic Divinity Sacrificial Transformation Art

Demonic fervor flickered in Qin Wentian's eyes as he fixed his gaze upon the three imposing words etched into the golden surface. His heart thundered with disbelief.

Could it be that he and the Azure Emperor, separated by thousands of years, had both garnered the same ancient luck, leading them to the same legacy? It seemed destiny had intertwined their fates from the very beginning.

Yet, if this legacy was the Fiend Transformation Art, was it not redundant since he already possessed it?

Qin Wentian didn't dwell on this thought. His eyes gleamed with intensity as he studied the engraved characters. In the next moment, streams of golden light surged from the wall, directly entering the center of his forehead, inundating his mind with a torrent of information.

This was the purest incarnation of the Fiend Transformation Art. The inheritance bestowed upon him by the Azure Emperor paled in comparison to the direct infusion of knowledge from the original source.

In this moment, enlightenment washed over Qin Wentian. The relentless horde of demonic beasts outside was not only a test but also an opportunity for the chosen inheritor to perfect the Fiend Transformation Art.

"My destiny has led me here. I won't leave empty-handed. I'll fully master this power," Qin Wentian murmured while gently stroking the Purgatory Vermilion Bird's head. Despite its severe injuries, its eyes exuded tenderness toward Qin Wentian, as though he were not just its master, but also its closest kin. The Purgatory Vermilion Bird's aura had changed after consuming the Underworld Vermilion Bird, now tinged with a subtle malevolence.

"Rest for now, and recover from your wounds. Afterwards, we'll clear the outer palace by annihilating all the demonic beasts out there," Qin Wentian declared. The Purgatory Vermilion Bird nodded and laid down, closing its eyes in meditation.

Qin Wentian sat cross-legged, focusing on recuperation. His injuries were far from trivial—after all, the Underworld Vermilion Bird guarded the Fiend Transformation Art legacy, so it was undoubtedly formidable. It possessed immunity against various innate techniques, and Qin Wentian had only been able to defeat it through sheer brute force. However, he wouldn't have been able to unleash such fury if the Purgatory Vermilion Bird hadn't risked its life to save him.

After a period of adjustment, Qin Wentian and his faithful Purgatory Vermilion Bird ventured back into the outer palace, where the great hall stood. Crumbling sounds resonated through the air as countless statues shed their stony shells, transforming into demonic beasts while infusing the atmosphere with overwhelming demonic energy.

Qin Wentian, with an eager expression, ventured to the center of the hall. As one demonic statue completed its transformation, his arm shot out, mercilessly seizing the head of the unfortunate creature. With brutal intensity, he absorbed the demonic qi directly into his own body.

Four hours passed, and both Qin Wentian and the Purgatory Vermilion Bird were smeared with blood. Qin Wentian sat with an air of calm in the center of the hall as the chaotic currents of demonic qi swirled around him. His body seemed like an insatiable abyss, craving more and more of this malevolent energy.

Three days later, the seemingly endless horde of demonic beasts had been utterly vanquished. Qin Wentian, sitting at the heart of the hall, abruptly opened his eyes. The hall was now devoid of demonic beasts, and the suffusing demonic energy had all been absorbed and concentrated within him. The Fiend Transformation Art was at work, refining and channeling this power. The sheer malevolence emanating from him was nothing short of terrifying.

Time ticked on within the Vermilion Bird Formation, and the number of contenders inside dwindled to fewer than a hundred.

Outside the formation, spectators watched intently, their eyes fixed on the unfolding spectacle. Half of the remaining contenders had not only mastered their respective second-level Mandates but had also done so in an astonishingly quick time. This was a phenomenon unprecedented in previous ranking battles.

In the past, reaching the second level of a Mandate was sufficient to secure a spot in the top twenty. Yet, due to the peculiarities of the formation world, the dynamics had shifted drastically for this batch of contenders. With less than 360 participants left and a limited amount of ancient luck to go around, only the strongest had endured. Those who couldn't keep up with the pace had been eliminated.

The survivors continued to grow in strength, leading spectators to speculate about the effects of ancient luck. Did bathing in its presence accelerate one's cultivation speed?

However, the most gripping topic of discussion was those who had managed to discover the hidden legacies. Although their numbers were dwindling, their achievement remained rare. Only nine contenders had successfully located these elusive treasures.

Initially, the crowd had expected Yao Jun and Peng Zhan to have a shot at the hidden legacy. Little did they anticipate that Qin Wentian would swoop in and seize the opportunity right before their eyes. Following Qin Wentian's discovery, nobody else had been able to locate the elusive tenth legacy.

The fortunate nine individuals were Chen Wang, Shi Potian, Si Qiong, Zhan Chen, Emperor Azure, Qin Zheng, Yun Mengyi, Mu Feng, and Qin Wentian.

Although the spectators were unaware of their experiences, they could sense that these nine cultivators were emerging as the most brilliant contenders in the formation world. The odds were high that they would be among the top nine.

Chen Wang, Shi Potian, Emperor Azure, and Zhan Chen had lived up to expectations. Given Mu Feng's prior high ranking on the Heavenly Fate Rankings, his newfound strength was understandable after a change in temperament. The dark horses of this batch included Si Qiong, Qin Zheng, Yun Mengyi, and Qin Wentian.

Naturally, aside from these nine, there were other contenders who had also experienced fortunate encounters. Chaotic battles continued as they vied for ancient luck. No one knew what further changes would occur when these nine reappeared.

These nine were already incredibly powerful to begin with. Even the one with the least recognition among them, Qin Wentian, had effortlessly defeated Yang Fan and sent Yao Jun packing with just a few words. If they successfully acquired the legacies, they would undoubtedly become even stronger.

"Wait, Mo Qingcheng has also found a hidden legacy!"

Amid the astonishment of the onlookers, Mo Qingcheng's image disappeared from their screens.

Mo Qingcheng had become the tenth contender, an exceptional feat considering her approach was entirely different from the other nine. She hadn't actively hunted others for their ancient luck to strengthen her own Vermilion Bird. Yet, despite her passive stance, the ancient luck seemed to converge around her, leading her to the tenth legacy. The reason remained a mystery; perhaps only Mo Qingcheng herself knew the truth.

"Senior Tianji, how many contenders do you think must be eliminated before the Vermilion Bird Formation releases them?" a member of a transcendent power inquired.

"The fate of Grand Xia is undergoing transformation. I beg your pardon for my limitations, but I cannot say for certain. However, in this ranking battle, if only thirty-six contenders remain, then there shall be thirty-six spots on the Heavenly Fate Rankings this time. If there's only one contender left, it means there will be just one position on the Heavenly Fate Rankings," Old Man Tianji explained after a prolonged pause. His gaze held a profound calmness, concealing his thoughts from prying eyes.

"However, as destiny undergoes a transformation, the remaining contenders will undoubtedly possess unprecedented levels of power. This implies that these individuals have a high likelihood of shaping Grand Xia's future. Indeed, the fate of Grand Xia is evolving because of them," Old Man Tianji remarked once more, leaving those around him in bewildered amazement.

Concepts like luck and destiny were elusive and enigmatic, surpassing human comprehension. No one could definitively prove their existence. Yet, the Venerate Heavens Sect had been monitoring celestial movements for countless ages, accurately predicting events in Grand Xia. There was no reason for Old Man Tianji to fabricate such statements.

"Even the Heavens and Earth have a beginning. Let the fate and destiny guided by the stars conclude with the one who initiated it. Everyone, be mindful of your actions in the future," Old Man Tianji cryptically stated, his words laden with profound meaning that left those present grappling for interpretations.

An elder from the Great Solar Chen Clan smiled, a glint of anticipation in his eyes. "Senior is right, these individuals are extraordinary. Chen Wang, as the first to locate a legacy, may indeed shape the destiny of Grand Xia in the future." This elder was none other than Chen Wang's uncle, who held high hopes for his nephew.

"The order in which they found the legacies doesn't matter," argued those from the Shi Clan. If Old Man Tianji's words held true, among the ten contenders, it was likely that one of them could influence Grand Xia's destiny, and that person might well be Shi Potian.

"This is nonsense," scoffed a member of the Hua Clan. Hua Shaoqing, one of the ten contenders, hadn't discovered a legacy, and his heart brimmed with discontent. Moreover, Hua Taixu was an exceptional figure; how could he be inferior to any of the ten contenders? When Hua Taixu took the stage, Chen Wang paled in comparison.

With Hua Taixu in the mix, Chen Wang would perpetually remain second fiddle. The Hua Clan firmly believed that Hua Taixu would be the one to steer the destiny of Grand Xia.

Each faction had its own convictions, and those in the formation world remained oblivious to Old Man Tianji's cryptic remarks. In the formation world, a portly figure ascended a coral reef, bellowing with pride. "This fatty has finally reached the pinnacle of the Yuanfu stage!"

It turned out that Fan Le, acutely aware of his cultivation weaknesses, had dedicated himself wholeheartedly to training until he broke through to the eighth level of Yuanfu. Immediately afterward, he consumed a limit-breaking pellet and advanced to the ninth level. However, the portly fellow remained blissfully ignorant of the monumental changes that had occurred in the formation world.

Filled with unshakable confidence, Fan Le discarded any pretense of concealment. He strutted forward with an air of authority, as if he were the sovereign of this realm, ready to confront anyone who dared cross his path. He made it clear to all that his name was one to be remembered—Fan Le the Fatty.

It didn't take long for Fan Le's boldness to be put to the test. He encountered another cultivator, none other than Wang Jue. Wang Jue, in a woeful state after suffering defeat at the hands of Qin Zheng and a near-death experience courtesy of Mu Feng, seethed with fury upon seeing Fan Le's smug countenance. Without hesitation, Wang Jue unleashed his most potent attack, sending the unsuspecting Fan Le hurtling through the air. Fan Le, bewildered, scratched his head in utter confusion, struggling to make sense of what had just transpired.

Fan Le, the budding genius destined for greatness, was poised to ascend to stardom. However, before he could unveil his true potential, he was unceremoniously ejected from the scene.

Standing amidst the crowd, Fan Le surveyed the formation world, all the while grumbling inwardly. Suddenly, his expression froze. Where was Qin Wentian?

Unbeknownst to Fan Le, Qin Wentian remained within the hidden palace. His Fiend Transformation Art had advanced to the third level—Fiend Transformation.

With a mere thought, formidable golden Garuda wings materialized on his back. His figure flickered, and he appeared before the enigmatic wall.

The colossal words inscribed on the golden surface began to change, their brilliance blinding. Qin Wentian's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he observed the transformation.

Finally, a recording materialized on the stone wall before him. In the recording, a figure sat beneath the expansive starry sky, chanting incantations. His voice reverberated with mystique as the skies shifted in hue. From all eight directions, torrents of demonic qi surged toward him beneath the descending starlight. The mysterious incantations grew louder as the earth trembled. The starlight and demonic qi converged, illuminating the surroundings.

Gradually, the figure absorbed boundless energy, transforming his entire being. Vermilion Bird wings sprouted from his back, and his body took on a radiant golden sheen. A powerful beak and razor-sharp claws emerged, accompanied by earth-shattering explosions. Yet, the figure's chanting never ceased. Moments later, or perhaps an eternity, the chants morphed into the shrill cry of a Vermilion Bird. The entire space quaked, teetering on the verge of collapse as the figure spread his wings, fully transmuting into a Vermilion Bird, and soared into the clouds.

"The chant of the demonic divinities, the ancient will spanning the heavens. Gathering demonic qi from the eight directions, devouring starry astral energy. Unifying and fusing them within, offering my mortal body as sacrifice. Transform my destiny into that of a demon." An ancient voice resonated in Qin Wentian's mind, sending shivers down his spine.

This was the Demonic Divinity Sacrificial Transformation Art, a technique enabling one to metamorphose into a genuine demonic divinity, an irreversible transformation!