Chapter 761: Taotie?

Endless blood Qi surged forth, and the beast's power rained down on Chen Chuyang; with a swift motion of his hands, Chen Chuyang pulled, and his surrounding true Qi formed an upgraded True Gang Shield that cut off all surrounding aura.

The blood Qi and beast power were completely blocked outside, unable to breach the one‑meter radius around Chen Chuyang; this shield stood like a mountain, immovable, unshaken by any assault of beast power or blood Qi.

Heishanyang's body began to swell, transforming toward some kind of beast, its appearance constantly shifting, gradually becoming ferocious and terrifying.

No longer cute, after expanding dozens of times, its body strained to burst the surrounding Formation; Chen Chuyang frowned, and his hands instantly altered the area, summoning the Hunyuan Bell, which enveloped the sky and suppressed the surroundings.

The blood Qi and beast power were devoured by the Hunyuan Bell, leaving nothing; the Formation's pressure lessened, no longer teetering as before. Seeing this, Chen Chuyang acted again, causing the Hunyuan Bell to vibrate and stabilize the surrounding space.

Heishanyang's body ceased expanding, apparently sensing the suppressing power of the Hunyuan Bell; that suppressing force kept descending. Chen Chuyang watched Heishanyang's changes as rows of sharp spines sprouted along its backbone, blade‑like.

The upright spines were arranged front to back at roughly equal intervals, emerging according to the spacing of its backbone.

Its head grew ferocious; between the two horns a dense cluster of spines rose, its eyes turned blood‑black, black blood Qi spewed from the corners and swirled around its body, forming ribbon‑like clouds.

Unsteady, Heishanyang rose, its body swelling to the size of a small hill; its limbs trampled the ground, causing the Longshe Shan terrain to cave and collapse under its weight, its gaping maw opening like an endless abyss.

The massive mouth kept widening to its limit, devouring the surrounding spiritual Qi and incorporating it into its body.

"Buzz."

Demon power spread, and a terrifying aura radiated like a heat wave.

In a few breaths, the entire Longshe Shan was shrouded by this dreadful aura.

The people on Longshe Shan faced a great enemy, each drawing their weapons, searching for the source of the oppressive pressure.

Tianlian Zhenren squinted, his body trembling, his blood vessels unable to stop quivering.

His soul was even more unsettled, as if it could be shattered at any moment.

"This oppressive pressure?"

"Above us."

Tianlian Zhenren looked toward the Formation, sensed the source and terror of that aura, and also detected a familiar scent; even though the Formation enveloped and blocked everything, they still felt it.

"It's that bizarre Heishanyang; what on earth is it doing?"

Such terrifying pressure and aura, even after being weakened by the Formation, already made their body tremble uncontrollably.

"Demon King, nothing more."

Shang Hongchen emerged from the sect, solidified his cultivation, and stared at the Formation.

"Master, what happened? Is there a strong enemy attacking Longshe Shan?"

Tianlian Zhenren shook his head: "No."

He raised his hand, pointed at the Formation on the mountain, and said: "That bizarre Heishanyang is undergoing a metamorphosis; the exact changes are still unknown."

"Don't go over there; it's dangerous. You just refined a pill and can't withstand this pressure."

Shang Hongchen's feet halted, unwilling to move forward.

They wanted to go over and look, very curious.

"With your cultivation level, even approaching the Formation would be fatal; don't do anything foolish."

"Yes, Master."

Shang Hongchen dared not move, staring at the Formation on the mountain; that oppressive pressure persisted, very uncomfortable.

Their whole body resisted, but they knew such resistance was futile.

Ghost King Zhuge Gui turned his head, glanced, and continued sitting.

That pressure and aura could not threaten him, or rather, he was no longer afraid.

Instead, he greedily breathed in the spilling blood Qi, taking several deep breaths, opening his mouth to gulp it down; what is poison to others is a tonic to him—by enduring it, he could disregard that pressure.

"Heishanyang is undergoing metamorphosis."

"It truly is not simple—this aura, this pressure, this blood line, all are extraordinary."

"Everything on Longshe Shan is extraordinary."

Chen Qinger stopped sword practice, exchanged a glance with Shang Hongxue; neither went over, politely attending to their own matters.

Xiao Qianer stayed inside the Pill Refining Hall, unaffected, focusing solely on Pill Refining and studying the Hundred‑Flower Pill.

Their focused demeanor did not seem like one that could be affected.

Liu Yuer and the others were far away, which felt a bit better.

Both Dragon Tooth Rice and Dragon Blood Rice need her to oversee them; the prospect of a bountiful harvest hinges on her management. After the final harvest period, enduring these days will usher in abundance, and the new batches of Dragon Tooth Rice and Dragon Blood Rice will—mature, allowing them to eat their fill.

Hu Yueer lifted her head, her eyes flashing with terror and dread.

The power of her blood line trembled, her body shaking continuously; this trembling stemmed from the fear of her blood line and soul. Within the Monster Race, blood‑line power is absolute.

Suppression of lower blood lines by higher ones is absolute and hard to resist.

Especially for low‑level blood lines like Hu Yueer, with weak cultivation, there is no power to resist; she lies on the ground, unable to move or rise.

The two children fared a bit better, though still uncomfortable, also lying on the ground like Hu Yueer.

They dared not resist; once they did, the pressure would become even more terrifying.

"Do not resist, do not resist."

"Relax your body, relax your soul."

The two children lay prone, obeying their mother's command, their eyes fixed on Heishanyang's location, daring not to show any discontent.

A small carp in Yu Tang opened its eyes, shivered, then curiously looked into the Formation, flicked its tail, swam toward the spring mouth, leapt in, entering the deep layers of the spirit vein; that place would not be suppressed by Heishanyang's blood‑line power.

The Five‑Colored Salamander curled in the lower space, free and uninclined to go out.

The small carp's arrival did not provoke it; the two were familiar and naturally would not attack each other.

On the contrary, they welcomed the small carp, constantly guiding it to become familiar with the underground space.

Heishanyang's metamorphosis lasted a day and a night; the others on Longshe Shan endured a similarly arduous day and night, unable to cultivate or breathe.

Daily life was also affected; Chen Qinger and Shang Hongxue were relatively close, and they could only gradually adapt to this pressure. The two truly adapted to the pressure and began to be unaffected.

Tianlian Zhenren and the other were not so easily adaptable; first because of their constitutions, and second because they were overly familiar with Heishanyang's pressure, knowing how to resist and lessen it.

Inside the Formation.

Heishanyang changes drastically, its massive body majestic and powerful, a black flame surrounds its whole body.

Wrapped together with ribbons that look like clouds, it forms a unique attire.

Very dashing.