Chapter 331

The room was left with only himself.

Shen Yi felt an unprecedented calm, lazily lying on the bed.

He could no longer remember how long it had been since he rested.

Staring at the empty ceiling.

It felt as if he had returned to Bai Yun County, just after slaying the dog demon, utterly exhausted.

That was the deepest sleep he had ever had.

From the moment he opened his eyes that day, Shen Yi had never stopped moving.

He carefully experienced this brand-new body.

Just a brief moment of rest.

Then he sat up and summoned Bai Yu Yao Huang and Lady Qinghua.

After several battles, Lady Qinghua's sultry brows and eyes now carried a touch of grimness—not the earlier forced imitation, but a genuine resemblance to Shen Yi.

"How do you feel?" Shen Yi looked at her.

"I would die ten thousand deaths to guard my master."

Lady Qinghua bowed respectfully—she had truly proven it with her actions.

No matter how powerful the enemy, she always charged with the most ferocious demeanor.

"Can you still go on?" Shen Yi raised an eyebrow.

"My master may act as he wishes; Qinghua will endure to the utmost."

Lady Qinghua had long been attuned to the Yin Spirit, and her effectiveness now far surpassed before.

"I'll help you ascend further if the chance arises."

Shen Yi once again condensed a demonic essence and fed it to Bai Yu Yao Huang.

"Qinghua thanks my master's grace!"

Lady Qinghua knelt and bowed in tearful gratitude, showing not the slightest envy toward Bai Yu Yao Huang.

Though he consumed demonic essence, she had received her master's promise.

"Thank you, my master."

Bai Yu Yao Huang quickly digested the demonic essence.

His consciousness gradually grew clear.

"You don't need to thank me."

Shen Yi slightly shook his head and looked at the panel.

【Demon Emperor (Remnant): Bai Yu Yao Huang】

Indeed, still not enough.

Having already used two, Shen Yi no longer hesitated—another demonic essence was condensed and fed once more to Bai Yu Yao Huang.

【Remaining Demonic Lifespan: Sixteen Thousand Six Hundred Years】

The more complete the demon soul, the more cultic murmurs it can bear.

Throwing down twenty thousand years of demonic lifespan produced an unmistakable effect.

【Demon Emperor: Bai Yu Yao Huang】

The white crane once again bore the former aura of the Demon Emperor.

Shen Yi and Lady Qinghua exchanged a glance and directly absorbed both into the panel.

He channeled demonic lifespan into the Golden Body Prison Phantasm.

This was a rare, self-created Golden Body technique.

Shen Yi expertly retrieved four golden scrolls; nearly eighty percent of the entire Great Qian's cultic devotion converged into an endless sea of clouds before his eyes.

【Year One: You and Qinghua skillfully imprisoned Bai Yu Yao Huang in the Demon Prison and began digesting the cultic devotion, forcing its impurities into Bai Yu Yao Huang's soul】

Simultaneously, the cultic devotion began rapidly repairing Jin Zhu.

Shen Yi watched the vast sea of clouds surge toward him.

Feeling that warmth, his expression softened.

No wonder it was a shortcut.

The cultivation of the Dao Infant and Body Tempering always brought pain, no matter how smoothly they progressed.

Only the Yin Spirit was pure pleasure.

【Three Thousand Three Hundred Years: Your coordination with Qinghua grew increasingly seamless; fortunately, Bai Yu Yao Huang's soul remained remarkably stable, barely holding up—saving you much time】

【Golden Body Prison Phantasm: Minor Completion】

It was now three zhang tall.

Shen Yi observed the changes within Jin Zhu and noticed its color shifting toward a deeper, darker gold.

Its texture had changed as well, beyond mere size.

【Twelve Thousand Years: Bai Yu Yao Huang was now entirely consumed by impurities; yet you still did not stop, squeezing every last use from it, continuing to pour impurities into it】

【Golden Body Prison Phantasm: Major Completion】

Shen Yi watched helplessly as half the sea of clouds vanished, yet the evolution continued.

Until all sixteen thousand years of demonic lifespan were exhausted.

Shen Yi stepped out the door.

He arrived at the open space beyond the imperial city and summoned Jin Zhu.

Same golden threads woven, yet the aura was utterly different.

Three zhang… six zhang…

Shen Yi raised his gaze to look at the Golden Body dharma image before him, fully six zhang and seven feet tall, and finally a look of joy appeared in his eyes.

He saw that even the golden dragon on his arm had grown a size larger, truly imposing and ferocious.

Yet the greatest change lay in the dharma image itself.

He saw that upon its massive yet muscular body, several semi-transparent dark-golden feather capes had appeared on its back, swaying slightly, appearing indescribably magnificent.

If before it resembled a demonic Arhat,

now it looked more like a domineering righteous deity.

Through those feather capes, one could still see faintly visible crimson patterns.

"This must be higher than the mid-stage of the Transformation of Spirit Realm, right?"

Having spent merely over thirty thousand years of demon lifespan, it had leaped across the thresholds of three zhang and six zhang, with not even a single obstacle in between.

Compared to the path of Slain Hunyuan, the cost-performance ratio was unknown how much higher.

Let alone needing repair if shattered.

If a Transformation of Spirit Realm formed via Slain Hunyuan were shattered, the Dao would vanish and the body would perish instantly, leaving not even a chance to heal.

If one were to insist on mentioning a disadvantage,

it was that for minor injuries, it could not be nurtured by the qi of heaven and earth; it still relied solely on incense and vows. Once the incense and vows were insufficient, it would fall into a state where the injury was not severe, yet it was plagued by a backlash of stray thoughts.

Of course, the Shenxu Laozu of the Wumiao did not belong to this category; he must have suffered some other method.

"My Lord's magic power is immense; Lady Qinghua is indeed somewhat unaccustomed and likely cannot exert her full strength, but it will not affect normal combat."

Lady Qinghua gave her response at the appropriate moment.

"Very well, return."

Shen Yi nodded slightly, drawing it back into his sea of qi, while Qinghua remained by his side.

Demon lifespan was becoming scarce once again.

He turned his gaze toward a certain location; it was time to begin the hunt.

While the matter of the Green Hill had not yet fermented to the Thousand Demon Cave, there were still many things he could do.

He must hurry.

Qinghua cautiously pointed a finger toward the other side, reminding him, "My Lord, the Thousand Demon Cave is this way."

Great Qian, Wumiao.

Master Zhu Jue accompanied the Sixth Ancestor of the Xu family on a stroll, intending to let the other party familiarize himself with the distribution of the Imperial City first.

Most major cities in the Nine Provinces were built according to the Imperial City, differing only in size.

Both silently agreed not to mention the Profound Light Cave.

Before Shen Yi truly became an existence capable of intimidating the immortal sects, this matter would only add trouble.

"If you have any needs, Senior, simply send someone to tell me."

Master Zhu Jue smiled: "The collection in the Armory is not considered rich, but ordinary materials are not lacking."

"Understood."

The Sixth Ancestor of the Xu family looked around intently.

He was seriously considering the construction of various formations.

If possible, he truly did not wish to return to that bird-does-not-shit place.

Within several courtyards of the Wumiao,

disciples from all regions looked curiously at the old man.

Though they could not see Master Zhu Jue, it was obvious that a Yin Spirit accompanied the other party; the last one to receive such treatment was that Shen Temple Keeper.

In the silent crowd,

the pupils of a bald man's eyes tightened even further.

He stared fixedly at the utterly ordinary jade pendant at the old man's waist.

Only when the Sixth Ancestor of the Xu family sensed something and turned back in confusion did he quickly avert his gaze and quietly slip out of the crowd.

"What is wrong?" Master Zhu Jue asked curiously.

"Nothing... perhaps I have been out for too long and am somewhat unaccustomed."

The Sixth Ancestor of the Xu family awkwardly scratched his head; he did not wish for outsiders to look down on him.

But years of seclusion had indeed made one somewhat eccentric.

This air of a high expert still needs to be learned slowly.

(End of this chapter)