Chapter 342: Soul Transformation Pill Formula

"Disciple Yanyun, by the decree of the General Nanyang Sect, summons the demon to submit and be executed."

The young man in the green robe took a scroll of golden pages from his sleeve, carefully unrolled it, and revealed the list of crimes written upon it.

He waved his hand, sending the golden pages to the edge of the abyss.

The demon, whose size was unknown, fixed its two eyes on the golden pages; its already tiny pupils shrank until they were nearly invisible.

Immediately, a wail of despair echoed from the abyss.

"..."

True Person Yanyun seemed to be merely going through the motions.

After silently counting ten breaths,

"The demon confesses."

He spread his palm and formed a hand seal: "True Person Purple Thunder, heed my command; destroy this fiend."

In a single breath,

countless sword shadows suddenly surged across the entire sky. Each one resembled a steep mountain peak, with the blade hanging vertically, connected by chains. At the center, like stars surrounding the moon, was a throne, into which the sharpest purple sword was planted.

It looked like a vast palace for storing swords.

The young man joined his sword fingers and casually pressed down: "Strike."

As the words fell, he turned directly away.

Countless sword shadows descended, filling the abyss.

Two bright moons instantly dimmed, then plummeted toward the bottom of the chasm.

A wisp of refined blood drifted out, landing on the floating golden pages like a red seal being stamped.

True Person Yanyun raised his hand; the golden pages rolled up and vanished into his sleeve.

The next moment, the clouds across the sky rolled and closed once more, obscuring Shen Yi's vision and restoring everything to calm.

"..."

Shen Yi closed his eyes; when he opened them again, he saw Ma Guangshan trembling with fear.

He lowered his gaze to look at the scroll in his hand.

A complex expression gradually welled up in his eyes.

If the one in the painting was a "True Person," then what were the ones he had killed?

No wonder Ma Guangshan called it a legend.

If this were a real event, for a cultivator like himself, it would be an indescribable blow.

"Have you heard of the General Nanyang Sect?" Shen Yi looked at the man with the black mole.

"Shen Qianbei... you don't actually believe it, do you?"

Ma Guangshan gave a nervous laugh: "Let me put it this way. Actually, this isn't much of a secret. There once was a General Nanyang Sect. It is said that just three months after adopting the name, they were besieged by the Thousand Demon Cave and slaughtered until only a handful remained. Afterwards, they changed their name to Mount Wutong, which allowed them to survive."

"Rumor has it that from that time on, Mount Wutong stopped recruiting disciples broadly and only accepted geniuses, keeping the number of disciples under its banner at around twelve."

"This incident was too huge; even though Mount Wutong is now a transcendent giant, the story still circulates to this day."

Hearing this, Shen Yi lowered his head and continued flipping through his storage treasure.

Besides a pile of scrolls, there were only two tattered pieces of paper, as if forgotten and left inside the scrolls.

"Soul Transformation Pill."

"For disciples who have completed the stage of refining essence into Qi, who have lived over a hundred years but have not yet condensed a spiritual root. It aids in condensing the spiritual root. For those over five hundred years old, the pill is useless; they may seek external objects to substitute for a spiritual root."

"Strictly ordered: those under one hundred years of age must cultivate in peace and must not take this pill. Forcing growth harms the Great Dao."

After reading the formula, Shen Yi carefully folded it.

His mind felt a bit dazed.

His entire cultivation journey, from the initial realm to Slain Hunyuan, was collectively called "refining essence into Qi" on this tattered paper?

"My Lord, Lady Qinghua has also seen this kind of scroll for the first time. It is impossible for another faction to have forged it."

The voice of Lady Qinghua came into Shen Yi's mind.

She had once been a member of the Thousand Demon Cave. Although she mostly stayed outside, such an outrageous thing, if it existed in large numbers, could not have gone unheard of.

"I understand."

Shen Yi withdrew his gaze and looked at the second tattered piece of paper.

This time, the panel reacted.

【General Nanyang Transformation Art: Not Entered】

It seemed to be just a minor technique, tossed into the pile of scrolls along with this Soul Transformation Pill formula.

"Alright, you may go." Shen Yi looked at Ma Guangshan.

"Shen Qianbei, if you need anything, just call me again."

The man with the black mole sighed with relief. This trip to the Thousand Demon Cave had nearly scared the life out of him.

Especially after learning he had almost died at the hands of the True Person of the Profound Light Cave.

After returning, he would definitely fast for several more days.

He bid farewell to Shen Yi, then darted into the sky without looking back and ran far away.

"Come out."

Shen Yi waved his hand to summon Shenxu Laozu. While the latter was still in a daze, he handed over the formula for the Soul Transformation Pill.

Every profession has its specialists.

If the Soul Transformation Pill could truly be brewed, then the ten thousand years of demon lifespan would not be a loss.

Although it specified requirements regarding lifespan.

Shen Yi only knew this item was related to the spiritual root. He still had a True Yang Qilin Stone and the Age Tree inside him, neither of which were considered top-tier. He hoped to use this pill to improve them further.

What "pills are useless"? That surely means the quantity isn't large enough.

Even if they truly are useless, using them to boost the cultivation strength of Dahan's cultivators would still be excellent.

Watching the Qingqiu Ancestor's eyes gradually clear, he began to ponder the pill formula in his hand.

Shen Yi sighed slightly.

No wonder Dahan has grown increasingly desolate; even if Xuan Guang Cave didn't bully it, as a faction specializing in Yin Spirits, with the exploration of the Thousand Demon Cave's cave mansions progressing ever higher, it was destined to be left behind by the two Immortal Gates.

Anything they barely discovered within a cave mansion felt like a dimensional strike.

He simply dared not imagine how many treasures Xuan Guang Cave and Mount Wutong had plundered over these years.

"No wonder these demons have been guarding this place all along."

If cultivators were truly allowed to explore freely, it wouldn't take many years before they all lost their heads.

Unknown time passed.

The Qingqiu Ancestor finally lifted his head in a daze: "Reporting to my Lord, the medicinal herbs recorded in this pill formula, I have consulted many ancient texts and can recognize some, but they almost certainly cannot grow in places with scarce spiritual energy."

"Perhaps we must go to the Thousand Demon Cave."

"However, places rich in spiritual energy are also deeply loved by demons; most have been chosen as cave mansions. To stride boldly inside to seek herbs..."

Hearing this, Shen Yi pondered for an instant.

His gaze fell upon the Transformation Art in his hand.

Obviously, if his guess was correct, just as Senior Brother Zhu Jue said back then, this world is a vast Xian Sect.

Then those possessing the most information must be the supreme factions other than Dahan.

He had long struggled with being unable to join Xuan Guang Cave and Mount Wutong.

But he had strangely overlooked another faction...

The Immortal Gates won't accept me.

Why can't Shen Mou become the Demon Emperor of the Thousand Demon Cave?

In the next moment, he decisively spent ten thousand years of lifespan to condense a Demon Origin.

【Remaining Demon Lifespan: Thirty-two thousand years】

He then swept his gaze over the remnants of the two demon souls.

The Thousand Demon Cave demons he has slain so far include the Golden-Eyed Lion Emperor, the Green-Feathered Demon Emperor, and the Red-Hearted Snake Emperor.

Actually, the realm is secondary.

After all, the higher the cultivation of a demon, the more Demon Origin is needed to feed them.

The Red-Hearted Snake Emperor and the Green-Feathered Demon Emperor were both Great Demons at the mid-stage of Soul Transformation; their reputations were certainly greater, and many people witnessed their deaths back then.

Only the Golden-Eyed Lion Emperor of the Fortieth Cave.

Died silently, and his cultivation wasn't particularly high; imitating him would be simpler and less likely to be discovered.

(End of this chapter)