Chapter 192: Striving for the Dao Fetus

【Remaining Demon Lifespan: Eight Thousand One Hundred Sixty-Four Years】

The instant the panel prompt surged forth.

Shen Yi was just about to open his eyes and exit the inner vision when he saw the smile revealed by the Dao Fetus.

He paused slightly, feeling no surprise, then immediately summoned the suppressing power and slapped it twice across the face; what are you smiling about?

Long ago, when preparing to leave Tingyang Commandery, Shen Yi had already understood the importance of talent for cultivation.

Whether condensing the elixir or embracing the elixir, whether forming the Dao Infant or the Yin Spirit.

In reality, they are all doing the same thing.

That is, using the breath of heaven and earth to nurture a vessel capable of containing one's own divine sense.

But the breath of heaven and earth is something with extreme spiritual nature.

The vessel it condenses easily develops self-awareness.

And for an Embracing Elixir Realm cultivator to break through to the Hunyuan Realm, the task is to fight this consciousness for control of that vessel.

This cannot be compensated for merely by having more time.

Because the longer the lifespan consumed, the more mature the consciousness within the Dao Fetus becomes, even to the point where it can completely turn and devour its master.

If it were a Yin Spirit condensed from incense and vows, or a Dao Infant nurtured by ordinary breath, perhaps the temperament would be much gentler and easier to handle.

But like myself, feeding it with fierce and evil demonic power, combined with the Tiannan Dan Shi which is inherently insatiable, and possessing cultivation far exceeding peers.

Therefore, the Dao Fetus will also be more violent and ruthless.

In other words, I, whose aptitude was already mediocre, am now facing a hellish difficulty far beyond other Embracing Elixir Realm cultivators.

"..."

Shen Yi slowly chewed and swallowed the internal elixir of the flood dragon, which had almost no cultivation left.

【Year One: You swallowed the flood dragon's internal elixir, digested its dregs, and the Flood Demon Power talent improved】

【Condensing Elixir (Rare): Flood Demon Power】

Having swallowed the demon elixirs of six flood dragons in total, the bloodline seemed to have broken through some barrier in between.

The sacrifices from the elders and juniors of the flood dragon family have finally borne fruit.

Shen Yi felt the blood in his body grow increasingly scalding, and his heart felt somewhat stifled, with an inexplicable urge to throw a few punches to vent.

He subconsciously clenched his fist to soothe his emotions.

It must be known that after completing the seventh transformation of Immortal-Demon, his physical body had already reached an extremely terrifying level.

And now this flood dragon bloodline technique is able to make Shen Yi feel an incredibly obvious improvement.

This can be counted as a huge gain.

Indeed, thrift and frugality are virtues.

After adjusting his state, Shen Yi once again summoned the demon lifespan to pour into it.

After absorbing the old flood dragon's cultivation, the Dao Fetus was completely formed; at this moment, it was only one step away from condensing a true Dao Infant, but before taking this step, all preparations must be made first.

One cannot work so hard for so long only to end up making a wedding gown for someone else.

The dark red veins of the Furnace of Melting Sun all emitted a faint glow, and the heavy suppressing power rapidly converged toward the Swallowing Heaven Internal Elixir.

【Year One: You watched the Dao Fetus pretending to sleep and began trying to merge your divine sense into it, but as soon as you entered this body condensed from demonic power, you felt something was wrong; it had already grown over thousands of years and was far from as immature as when it was first born, and your heart gradually grew anxious】

Don't panic; it cannot resist anyway.

Shen Yi secretly encouraged the other party in his heart.

Just keep killing; the demon lifespan is unlimited.

As if hearing Shen Yi's thoughts, the text in the panel prompt gradually became more fierce and ruthless.

The divine sense and the consciousness of the Dao Fetus began to fight to the death.

Shen Yi had seen this situation many times before; during every breakthrough of the Nine Immortal-Demon Transformations, similar outbursts would occur between demons, except that this time, the one fighting to the death had become himself.

【Year Three Hundred and Seven: You were defeated again; the intense mental torture made you really want to rest for a while. Even though the Dao Fetus consciousness had been tightly suppressed, it was still not something you could chew through, fortunately your divine sense had grown】

Shen Yi closed his eyes and suddenly felt refreshed and clear-minded.

The entire world seemed to have become slightly more harmonious.

So that is how it is.

The process of fighting for the Dao Fetus with divine sense is itself a form of cultivation; it just does not cultivate the body, but rather progress in the soul and spirit.

The stronger the opponent, the greater the benefit one obtains.

Thinking this way, it is not such a loss after all.

【Year Seven Hundred and Thirty-Two: Like a weary lone wolf, you quietly stared at the consciousness of the Dao Fetus; it was merely a piece of fat meat that could not move, and you charged at it again, not knowing how many times】

Erasing the consciousness of the Green-Faced Lion with the intent of death only took eight hundred and some years.

Now, using a similar amount of time, the battle has only just begun.

Shen Yi's current feeling was extremely bizarre.

It felt as if an invisible giant hand had forcibly torn open his skull.

It stuffed fatigue, pain, despair... and many other emotions into him in a brutal manner.

However, just as he was about to collapse, he could immediately feel the growth of his divine sense, as if a weakling was slowly but tenaciously becoming strong.

Until Shen Yi himself fell into numbness.

Finally, another prompt surged forth.

【Year One Thousand Seven Hundred and Ninety: You watched the consciousness of the Dao Fetus torn to pieces; the single remaining strand trembled and begged for mercy. You did not feel particularly happy; you simply stood beside it, calmly gazing at its face. Under the gaze of your eyes, it finally understood who was the master of this body】

【Swallowing Heaven Dan Shi Method: Great Perfection】

【Remaining Demon Lifespan: Six Thousand Three Hundred and Seventy-Three Years】

The prompt that should have appeared when condensing the Dao Fetus only surged forth now.

Shen Yi sat in silence on the edge of the bed. He did not know how long had passed before his eyes gradually cleared.

Within the qi sea's inner dan.

The Dao Embryon was connected all over with crimson blood threads; this time it had truly fallen into a deep sleep.

With the problem of consciousness resolved, he only needed to feed it a few more demon cores so it had the strength to sever those blood threads, and he would formally break through to the Dao Infant stage.

That would also mean becoming a martial artist of the same realm as Jiang Qiulan.

Add to that the Nine Transformations of Immortal-Demon and the many martial arts.

If he let her so much as land one strike in return, it would mean Shen Yi's punches were not heavy enough.

"…"

Shen Yi looked toward the wooden door, a hint of eagerness to try shining in his eyes.

He had been battling demons and monsters all along, yet had never tried challenging a true martial artist powerhouse.

After cultivating for so long, he finally felt he had no small chance of victory.

But soon Shen Yi drew his gaze back again.

Forget it; better to wait until after breaking through before giving it a try.

Once the excitement of the breakthrough faded, Shen Yi lay quietly on the bed, using the red glow to massage his body, thereby easing the tautness of his mind and spirit from earlier.

From the current outlook, those who could threaten him and with whom he had already formed enmity were only the Howling Moon Demon King… and, it seemed, a fox from Green Hill.

Although he had acted very cleanly when striking.

It was hard to guarantee they did not have some bloodline ability or treasure that could transmit the news.

It was still better to deal with them all together as soon as possible.

Otherwise, being constantly missed by others all day long, he always felt uncomfortable all over.

"Demon cores, ah…"

(End of chapter)