Chapter 228: The Scripture of Summoning Demons, the Divine Thought of the Great Accomplishment Sacred Body

Zhang Xuan's movements were neither fast nor slow; in fact, he was quite composed. Transformed into the state of Old Madman, he felt his own posture to be very calm and also quite special.

Although he had obtained the Eight-Nine Profound Art long ago, he had never attempted the Seventy-Two Transformations within it.

Now, having shifted into this special state, Zhang Xuan carefully sensed the information of his technique, as well as the Dao laws he had mastered; all were being reconstructed with the essence blood of Old Madman as the core.

Roughly, the imitation could reach seventy or eighty percent, or even ninety percent; the normal Eight-Nine Profound Art, using the essence blood of primordial exotic beasts, could generally imitate to about seventy or eighty percent.

This is because a cultivator cannot observe primordial exotic beasts day and night, nor can they live with them day and night and understand their laws.

Yet Zhang Xuan was able to spend his days and nights with Old Madman himself, and had them truly open their hearts, revealing the Great Dao and techniques they practiced to Zhang Xuan, thus he was able to imitate up to ninety percent.

Furthermore, because Zhang Xuan practiced the Swallowing Heaven Demonic Art, he could also keenly grasp the origin state of Old Madman and the others, and could even perform a reverse simulation of their origin states.

Even figures several realms higher than Zhang Xuan would find it very difficult to see through.

Within the Zhetian World, it was almost as if he were imitating a person perfectly, ten out of ten.

"Under such circumstances, even if a Great Saint stood before me, they would not be able to distinguish it."

"This is truly quite interesting."

Zhang Xuan strolled outside Shencheng; of course, he did not go too far, as he was not certain to what extent the Ancient Race had recovered during this period.

His actions were so forceful and overbearing; if he were to provoke a Great Saint from among the Ancient Race to launch a sneak attack, it would be very troublesome.

If he were too far away, it was very likely that even Gai Jiuyou would not be able to react in time, and it would be too unjust to die at that moment.

Zhang Xuan traveled the world, always prioritizing stability; he would avoid risks whenever possible, though he would take certain risks if a huge reward could be obtained.

But if the risk was too great, it was not allowed.

There were still quite a few Great Saints on Beidou now, whether it was that Huntuo Dasheng who was recorded in history, the two Great Saints of Wanlong Nest, or the top-tier Great Saints in other regions, there were many.

Zhang Xuan now had great confidence; he could retreat unscathed when facing ordinary Saint Kings, and if they were slightly weaker, he could even kill them head-on.

But facing a true Great Saint, he still felt a little bit of awe in his heart.

"Hmm, should I break through again? It's not quite stable enough right now."

Zhang Xuan carefully sensed and compared his own state.

It had been half a year since his last breakthrough, but during these six months, he had gained a great deal from sitting and discussing the Dao with Jiang Taixu, Old Madman, the Cai Family Great Saint, and others.

It was mainly due to Zhang Xuan's personal efforts and the innate comprehension of the Nine-Orifice Stone Man; with the blessing of both, Zhang Xuan made up for his greatest deficiency.

He made up for the shortcoming of his cultivation breaking through too quickly, leaving his foundation unstable.

Now, Zhang Xuan had no deficiencies in his Dao practice, his physical body was also flawless and leak-proof, and his entire state was extremely full.

When he wanted to break through, he did not use any external objects; just by thinking and attempting it, it was as if he had poked through a very thin piece of paper, and without any anomalies, he just rushed into the fifth layer of the Saint realm.

Then, thinking that he might have to face terrifying Great Saint-level figures soon, Zhang Xuan, feeling a bit fearful, found the remains of the deceased Heavenly Court Lord of the assassin dynasty from his collection and absorbed a wisp of Great Saint origin.

Having just broken through, he quickly stabilized, and without lingering too long, he rushed to the peak of this realm.

Hmm, because his strength and realm had improved significantly, this time he absorbed two more wisps of origin to reach the peak of this realm.

Then, he slowly and leisurely strolled to a desolate, uninhabited area and underwent his tribulation in that region.

The heavens and earth shook violently; in the end, the Great Dao Treasure Bottle, Tongtian, swallowed all the thunder light in one gulp, then poured it into the purple God-Marked Purple Gold Tower above Zhang Xuan's head.

Powerful cultivators sensed it slightly, but seeing the vast and boundless thunder light from afar, they dared not approach, leaving only the legend of an unknown powerhouse in that mountain range.

Zhang Xuan practiced peacefully and harmoniously here, while on the other side, the Ancient Race was not at peace.

What happened in Shencheng spread at the fastest speed and was learned by many Ancient Creatures.

Among them, the most aggressive tribes, those most fierce and overbearing toward the Human Race, were extremely dissatisfied.

In the Blood Moon Tribe, a powerful Ancestor King-level figure was whispering.

"That person has appeared again; his appearance has now been depicted. Has his identity not been determined yet?"

"If he doesn't appear, then kill all his family, friends, and acquaintances! I don't believe he will continue to stay hidden!"

This Ancestor King's words were very cold, and he was toying with a crystalline white Saint's skull in his hand.

"In the ancient times, I killed such so-called Saints; using their skulls as wine cups is so crystal clear, they count as my top-tier collection. Now that another one has come, I would very much like to collect another one."

"There is news."

Below, an Ancient Creature who had gone out to inquire returned quickly to report the news he had recently gathered.

"That person appeared in Shencheng recently, killed a Severing Dao King of the Origin Demon Tribe, and made a bold statement that all figures of the same realm could go and contend with him; he wants to contend with all the heroes of the world."

"How should we respond?"

"Hmm?"

The Blood Moon Tribe's Ancient Ancestral King let out a cold snort.

"Of course we must go to the so-called Shencheng, but the people of my Ancient Race cannot die for no reason. The debt of blood must be repaid with blood; if he dares to kill one of my Ancient tribesmen, I will kill a hundred or a thousand of his."

Another Ancient Ancestral King was also very composed: "Since we have information about him, then identify his sect and destroy his sect first."

"Such a leader's land should have been governed by my race to begin with; when was it the turn of these ants who cling to us to decide? They occupy things that should not belong to them."

As soon as these words were spoken, they were met with repeated agreement from several figures around, but the Ancient Creature of the Blood Moon Tribe responsible for reporting showed a look of difficulty on his face.

The Ancient Ancestral King could see the changes in many expressions at a glance, and his expression turned cold: "What? These bug-like creatures gave you too many benefits, stuffed a pile of 'food' as concubines for you, making you unable to bear it?"

The words carried a mocking tone, but also meant to suppress; the Great Accomplishment King of the Blood Moon Tribe trembled, knowing that he had been hanging around with too many humans lately, which made the figures above somewhat dissatisfied, so he hurriedly expressed his loyalty.

"How could that be? These bug-like creatures, I was just playing with them. Anyway, I don't need to do much; they naturally feel my bloodline is noble and will throw themselves at me."

"But I am clear that this group of creatures is just a pile of playthings. I have been close to them recently, one reason is to obtain a lot of information about the Human Race, and the other is because from the ancient times to the present, there have been too many changes too fast. The Human Race has also produced some incredible figures, and the scriptures and essentials they left behind are also very special; they can be obtained through this method."

This Ancient Creature said quite a bit, and even provided some Saint-level scriptures, which were provided to him by those humans who took the initiative to approach and curry favor with them.

"These bug-like things have actually produced a few figures."

The Ancestor King above sneered, holding an ancient scroll in his hand, flipped through it casually, and then handed it to the Ancestor King beside him.

"It is actually a bit interesting."

The movements and postures of the two Ancestor Kings were very casual and also very cold.

And that Ancient Creature, seeing that he had escaped a disaster, hurriedly continued to report: "It is not that I am unwilling to reveal the Holy Land and family behind that person, but that person, as we have found out, has been crazy for more than six thousand years. The reason he went crazy six thousand years ago was that the Holy Land he belonged to was completely destroyed; it seems he is the only survivor left."

"Hah! Truly a tiny, lowly bug, an existence no better than an ant. Hah, they were wiped out clean six thousand years ago."

"We cannot just let it go like this. Find where their sect was destroyed back then, dig up all their bones, and throw them into Shencheng to let them know that my Ancient Myriad Tribes are not to be offended."

That Ancestor King spoke, very impolitely.

This caused the junior from the Blood Moon Race below to reveal a pained expression; fearing that the figures above would issue another impossible order, he hurriedly added: "Six thousand years ago, the sect of this so-called Old Madman collectively attacked the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land, and then the vast majority of the figures in the sect died inside; it seems only he survived."

Silence, silence is Cambridge tonight.

Both Ancestor Kings of the Blood Moon Race were silenced by this simple and straightforward statement; they had been awake for some time and were not entirely ignorant of the outside world, at least they had some understanding of the famous Seven Forbidden Zones of the Eastern Wasteland.

They both had a certain understanding of what the recent period meant.

Within the Taichu Ancient Mine, there were still Ancient Emperors from those years who had faint connections with the Ancient Myriad Tribes.

And since the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land could be ranked alongside the Taichu Ancient Mine as one of the Seven Forbidden Zones, one could imagine how terrifying the environment inside was.

Therefore, the two Ancestor Kings were directly silenced by this result.

"Useless thing, how did you gather information? Can't you speak clearly all at once!"

An elder of the Blood Moon Race beside him slapped the head of the junior responsible for gathering information, which managed to let this awkward scene pass; the overall atmosphere froze for a moment, then resumed as before.

……

On the outskirts of Shencheng, Zhang Xuan returned smoothly after finishing his tribulation, but he did not enter the city.

He just walked aimlessly in this area, while silently contemplating the Demon Summoning Scripture that Chen Nan had uploaded.

After another round of trading with Dugu Baitian last time, Chen Nan seemed to have opened his heart and directly uploaded the Demon Summoning Scripture he practiced into the Chat Group.

But Zhang Xuan had not practiced it before; after all, the Chen Family's Demon Summoning Scripture was quite evil, and only the direct bloodline of the lineage where Chen Nan resided could practice the Demon Summoning Scripture without issues.

Others, even if they were of the same Chen Family bloodline, would encounter problems at the sixth, seventh, or eighth turn of the Demon Summoning Scripture, directly exploding and dying, and they would have to switch to other techniques.

Even the Eastern Land Du Clan, who also practiced the Demon Summoning Scripture, was like this and could not reach the end at all.

Zhang Xuan was very curious about this scripture; after all, it was the biggest pit in the Shenmu World, capable of continuously absorbing the strongest battle souls drifting between heaven and earth.

The most powerful batch of figures in history had successfully returned with the help of the Demon Summoning Scripture.

In order to further contemplate the Demon Summoning Scripture, Zhang Xuan even had Chen Nan give him a portion of his essence blood.

Now that he felt his strength and realm were decent, especially after the Nine-Orifice Stone Man stayed in the Shenmu World and possessed the special aura of the Shenmu World, Zhang Xuan had a different feeling when looking at and practicing the Demon Summoning Scripture.

"Using the Eight-Nine Profound Art to circulate according to the practice route of the Demon Summoning Scripture does indeed give a peculiar feeling; it seems capable of absorbing drifting, indestructible obsessions from heaven and earth, but this feeling is not very strong, and I vaguely only feel danger."

Zhang Xuan had a strange feeling; when practicing the Demon Summoning Scripture, his body seemed to have become a bit colder.

At first, Zhang Xuan did not pay much attention to it, just thinking that the Demon Summoning Scripture was having some trouble adapting to the Zhetian World, because he seemed not to have absorbed any indestructible obsessions or battle souls drifting between heaven and earth.

It was not until later, when his Divine Sense expanded to its maximum, that he even vaguely saw a ghost face; that ghost shadow had dead-fish-like eyes and was pitch black all over, like a corpse that had been dead for a long time, emitting a chilling aura.

In an instant, Zhang Xuan was startled awake; his boiling blood surged into the sky, and five-colored blood energy formed, a ray of spiritual light suppressing heaven and earth.

The Divine Mark Purple Gold Pagoda hovered above his head, making him immune to all techniques.

"What kind of ghost thing is that?"

For the first time, Zhang Xuan had a feeling of his scalp tingling; after arriving at Beidou, except for the initial interaction with Yan Ruyu and Kongque Wang of the Demon Race, which was somewhat out of his control.

Subsequent events were generally within his control, but today's event was the first time he felt something beyond his control.

"The Zhetian World itself does not have the concept of ghosts, how could I see a ghost?"

At this moment, Zhang Xuan felt his scalp tingle, but he quickly forced himself to calm down.

"No, what is certain is that there are no ghosts in the Zhetian World, at least not now."

"But what I just saw was not fake; there was indeed a ghost-like figure appearing near me, but it quickly hid and disappeared. To be able to evade my current Divine Sense perception and vanish in an instant, that existence, or rather that ghost, is definitely not inferior to a Saint, and might even reach the level of a Saint King..."

Zhang Xuan thought carefully, then shook his head, feeling that a ghost achieving this was unrealistic, but thinking of ghosts, Zhang Xuan thought of another similar existence.

"Godly Thought!"

In an instant, a flash of lightning seemed to pass through Zhang Xuan's mind.

"Damn, I understand now; the only figures capable of leaving behind indestructible thoughts in the Zhetian Universe are the most terrifying figures between heaven and earth, and their obsessions have a more widely known name: Godly Thought."

"Whose Godly Thought did I attract just now?"

Thinking of this, Zhang Xuan was both excited and felt a sense of panic.

The excitement was that the Demon Summoning Scripture was not having trouble adapting to the Zhetian Universe and could indeed be used.

The panic was because a Godly Thought had been drawn to him.

In the Zhetian Universe, basically only existences at the level of a Great Emperor could leave behind a Godly Thought.

And once such an existence appeared, it was powerful and terrifying, and killing Saints was very easy.

"Whose Godly Thought could it be?"

Thoughts raced through Zhang Xuan's mind.

He also had an impression of the Godly Thoughts on Beidou; one was the Godly Thought of the Great Accomplishment Saint Body who loved and killed Ye Fan, originally sealed by Shijiamouni on Mars, and later came to Beidou along with Ye Fan.

The other was a wisp of Godly Thought left behind by the Undying Emperor in the Central Plains.

These two were quite eye-catching in the early stages.

Occasionally thinking of the faint sense of familiarity in his Origin just now, Zhang Xuan's heart couldn't help but stir.

"Is it the Godly Thought of that Great Accomplishment Saint Body?"

The Demon Summoning Scripture would have a strong attraction to the indestructible obsessions left behind by figures of the same bloodline; it was created back then specifically to resurrect the ancestors of the Chen Family.

And Zhang Xuan himself did not have the Saint Body bloodline, but he had once swallowed the remains of a Desolate Ancient Sacred Body and had the Saint Body Origin in his body.

When he was circulating the Demon Summoning Scripture just now, he vaguely felt his Origin stir, and it had a certain connection with that evil ghost.

"It really is seeing a ghost in broad daylight."

"I'm always setting Ye Fan up, I didn't expect that one day I would end up taking the fall for Ye Fan in advance."

(End of this chapter)