Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Beneath the vast expanse of blue waves, a palace stands proudly amidst a majestic underwater mountain range, its shimmering light illuminating the dark depths of the sea.

The palace is constructed from millions of pounds of crystal, as if a fragment was broken off from the sky. The clear outer walls contain a misty spiritual energy, and from a distance, it looks like it is shrouded in clouds and mist, like a fairyland.

Thousands of coral clusters surround the Crystal Palace, bathed in its brilliance, reflecting hundreds of vibrant and dazzling colors.

The fish swayed their bodies and darted gracefully among the corals.

In this place where even demon generals would be crushed by the squeezing force, these small fish, which are not even demon beasts, freely devour krill the size of grains of rice and happily blow bubbles.

The Crystal Palace is magnificent, with every room and hall being exquisite and luxurious, crafted from the finest spiritual materials, radiating brilliance, yet without a trace of vulgarity.

The demon generals and slaves, who had transformed into human form, walked by quietly, their footsteps light and silent. The man was tall and handsome, and the woman was gentle and beautiful.

There wasn't a single flaw to be found; it was a perfect palace, especially for a dragon who loved magnificence.

Deep within the Crystal Palace, in a vast hall, a middle-aged man sat cross-legged.

Before him, a bottomless sea eye filled most of the palace, a hundred feet in size, with deep blue seawater gushing out, making a loud noise like the ocean tide.

Every drop of seawater is the purest essence of Gui water, enough to instantly elevate a demon general with water-based bloodline from a low-level demon general to a high-level demon general, without the slightest instability in their foundation.

For the water-based demon race, this is the best cultivation elixir in all the heavens and myriad realms.

But in this sea eye, tens of thousands of drops of Gui water essence surged out with every breath, flowing into the middle-aged man's body like swallows returning to their nests, but could only make his Qi slightly more solid.

The middle-aged man absorbed endless essence of Gui water, yet his cultivation level barely improved; his body was even deeper and more unfathomable than the eye of the sea.

Suddenly, the sound of the surging waves in the sea subsided, and two figures appeared at the entrance of the main hall.

The middle-aged man sitting upright in front of the sea slowly opened his eyes. His azure eyes seemed as deep as the sea, as if they contained two vast oceans.

The middle-aged man slowly stood up, and the flow of his essence from the sea eye almost stopped.

The middle-aged man turned around, and the two people at the entrance of the main hall bowed to him.

"Moving Mountain greets Fellow Daoist Zhenhai."

"Brother Zhenhai, what are your instructions for summoning us here?"

The two addressed each other as "fellow Daoist" and "brother," but their expressions were almost humble. They clasped their hands in a deep bow, bending their straight backs to show proper etiquette.

The two were renowned demon saints who shook the Demon Realm. Their words could decide the life and death of millions of demons. Even the most arrogant demon saints had to be respectful in front of them. Royal families and holy families were nothing more than ants in their eyes.

But in front of the middle-aged man, the two were as respectful as the hesitant demon saints under his command, even though the middle-aged man was also a Great Saint like them.

Even among the Great Sages, there are differences in their levels.

Before the Great Sage Zhenhai, who has the longest lifespan and is the most unfathomable in the entire Demon Burning Realm, they could only lower their majestic heads.

The Great Sage of Zhenhai glanced at the two of them, returned their greeting with a slight bow, and got straight to the point: "I have a favor to ask of you two. There is a spatial rift on Turtle Island that is about to appear and urgently needs to be repaired."

"The Spirit Realm has already learned of this matter and will soon dispatch a large army of cultivators. A great battle is inevitable, and we must ask you two fellow Daoists to lend a hand."

The Great Sage Who Moved Mountains straightened his expression and said, "I will obey your command."

He was tall and strong, with a resolute face. He wore a dark black outfit, and his broad shoulders seemed capable of supporting a mountain. Even through his clothes, one could still vaguely see his bulging muscles.

The other person agreed without hesitation. This person was wearing a blue cloak woven from magnificent blue feathers.

He had a high nose and deep-set eyes, his skin was faintly bluish, and his lips were as thin as a knife's edge. His respectful expression could not hide the sharpness in his eyes.

He is one of the thirty-seven Great Saints of the Burning Demon Realm, the Great Saint of Wind Devouring.

The Great Sage of Zhenhai said calmly, "There will be three other Great Sages participating in this battle. I will also personally oversee Turtle Island, but I will not personally take action. You two must be careful and not be careless."

The Great Sage Moving Mountains looked surprised: "Even with five Great Sages attacking together, they still can't defeat the Spirit Realm army? Could it be that the Heaven-Slaying Pavilion has sent out even more Mahayana cultivators?"

Zhenhai Dasheng shook his head slightly: "It's just a spatial rift. At most, Fatian Pavilion can only send five Mahayana cultivators."

"However, the Fatian Pavilion has given the opportunity to build a city next to the spatial rift to the Taixuan Sect. The sect leader, Fu Huaixiao, is no ordinary person and should not be underestimated."

"Fu Huaixiao? Who is this?" A glint of light flashed in the eyes of the Great Sage of Devouring Wind.

The Great Sage Who Moves Mountains looked thoughtful: "I have heard of this person's name. He ascended from the lower realm and only achieved Mahayana enlightenment ten thousand years ago, establishing the Tai Xuan Sect."

"Several hundred years ago, my subordinate Bloodtooth had dealings with the Tai Xuan Sect. It was at the invitation of Fellow Daoist Zhenhai's subordinate Heavenly Pillar that we explored a secret realm, and that's when we suffered a great loss at the hands of the Tai Xuan Sect."

"Is this really true?" The Great Sage of Devouring Wind frowned.

The Great Sage of Zhenhai slowly turned around, looking at the sea eye, a shadow of gloom flashing in his eyes: "Indeed, I once bestowed upon Tianzhu a dragon scale of the Crimson Sky True Dragon, which pointed to a secret spatial realm, possibly the True Dragon's Cave."

"Tianzhu spent most of his fortune exploring this secret realm, but returned empty-handed, with both he and Hanying leaving behind a wisp of their souls."

"And it was the cultivators of the Tai Xuan Sect who destroyed the Heavenly Pillar and the Cold Shadow's divided soul."

"I obtained one dragon scale, and Fu Huaixiao obtained another."

The Great Sage of Swallowing Wind's eyes narrowed: "Brother Zhenhai has fought against Fu Huaixiao?"

The Great Sage of Zhenhai nodded slowly: "This person's mastery of the laws of space has reached an unbelievable level; even I cannot kill him."

"If you two encounter him on Turtle Island, remember not to fight him head-on. Let the other three Great Sages fight Fu Huaixiao."

Both the Mountain-Moving Great Sage and the Wind-Swallowing Great Sage changed their expressions; no one knew the strength of the Sea-Suppressing Great Sage better than them.

Fu Huaixiao's ability to escape with his life from the Great Sage of Zhenhai is enough to rank him among the top ten of the hundred Mahayana cultivators in the Spirit Realm.

What's even more astonishing is that Fu Huaixiao only just advanced to the Mahayana stage ten thousand years ago, yet he already possessed such strength. If he were given tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years more...

The Great Sage of Devouring Wind's eyes blazed with murderous intent: "This person must not be allowed to live. If the five of us Great Sages join forces, we should be able to surround and kill him. Why did Fellow Daoist Zhenhai tell the two of us to avoid battle?"

The Great Sage of Zhenhai gazed into the deep sea eye and said calmly, "I have my own plans."

The Great Sage Who Moves Mountains' eyes flashed, and he replied in a deep voice, "I understand."

After a long silence, the Great Sage of Swallowing Wind slowly said, "Since it is Brother Zhenhai's decision, I will naturally comply."

...Heavenly Skeleton Continent, Bloodtooth Domain, Silver Tide City.

Along the edge of the majestic mountains by the sea, magnificent buildings and markets are built. Strange-looking demon generals and mixed-race people move through the rough-style architectural complex, with light rising and falling.

Dozens of miles to the east lies the Boundless Sea, where one can see an endless expanse of azure water.

The sea was rough with high winds and surging waves, crashing against the steep cliffs and reefs on the shore and shattering into countless silver beads.

In the Silver Tide Mountains outside the city lies the cave dwelling of the Bloodtooth Demon Saint and his demon kings and generals. There are no formations set up, but the Bloodtooth Army patrols at all times, so the demon generals and generals in the city dare not approach easily.

However, in recent days, the Silver Tide Mountains have been extremely lively, with streaks of light constantly flying through Silver Tide City.

The patrolling Bloodtooth Army demon generals and commanders went up to question him, but the figure in the escaping light only paused briefly and casually showed a token.

These demon generals and commanders immediately dropped their arrogance and respectfully stepped aside, or personally led the way, carefully guiding them into the depths of the Bloodtooth Mountains.

The Bloodtooth Army is directly under the Bloodtooth Demon Saint and holds an extremely high position in the Bloodtooth Domain. Demon generals and commanders of the same rank must give way to them.

The only one who could command such respect from the Bloodtooth Army's demon commander was the Void Refining Demon King of the Bloodtooth Domain.

Over the course of several days, almost all the demon kings in the Bloodtooth Domain gathered in the Silver Tide Mountains. The Bloodtooth Army, which was usually somewhat lazy, no longer dared to be negligent and patrolled diligently, for fear of angering any demon king.

Everyone knew that something big was about to happen, and the entire Silver Tide Mountain Range was shrouded in a tense atmosphere as if a storm was brewing.

Three days later, all the demon kings gathered together. The main hall was brightly lit, but the stone chair in the main seat was empty. The Bloodtooth Demon Saint had not yet arrived, and the twenty-nine demon kings stood with their hands at their sides.

There are a total of twenty-eight demon kings in the Bloodtooth Domain. Except for three who are traveling and have not yet returned, the other twenty-five demon kings are all present.

In addition, four other demon kings, who were confidants of the Bloodtooth Demon Saint and had not established their own cave dwellings, also came to the palace today.

They were also completely bewildered when the Bloodtooth Demon Saint suddenly issued an edict summoning all the demon kings to the Silver Tide Mountains for a meeting. They dared not delay and rushed over immediately.

The edict did not mention the reason, but the wording was extremely harsh. They felt a deep anger from the divine imprint left by the Bloodtooth Demon Saint.

Before the Bloodtooth Demon Saint arrived, the twenty-nine demon kings stood in two rows according to their cultivation level.

Not only does the spirit world value etiquette and hierarchy, but the demon race, which believes in the survival of the fittest, also places even greater importance on this.

The demon race even divides their innate bloodlines into strict ranks, and cannot tolerate the weak and the strong being ranked together.

At the very front were undoubtedly several demon kings at the peak of the Void Refinement stage, only one step away from becoming a demon saint. Even the Bloodtooth Demon Saint's trusted demon king had to stand behind them.

The Thunder Mountain Demon King and the Wood Erosion Demon King naturally took the lead on the left and right respectively.

The two have always been the most powerful demon kings under the Bloodtooth Demon Saint, evenly matched, and their grudges are the deepest, leading to a continuous struggle.

Just over three hundred years ago, a great battle between the two demon kings broke out.

The Thunder Mountain Demon King challenged the Wood-Eating Demon King, with both sides accusing the other of sending assassins to kill their demon generals. The demon beast armies of the two demon kings' caves fought fiercely, shocking the entire Bloodtooth Domain.

But the war lasted for twenty years and then suddenly ended, leaving onlookers puzzled and speculating.

No one knows why this seemingly random battle between demon kings suddenly occurred, or why it suddenly ended.

No one believed that the Wood-Eating Demon King would send someone to attack the Demon Commander of the Thunder Mountain Cave, nor did anyone believe that the Thunder Mountain Demon King would send someone to attack the Demon Commander of the Wood-Eating Cave.

Both the Thunder Mountain Demon King and the Wood Erosion Demon King remained tight-lipped about the matter, and this bizarre battle between the demon kings seemed destined to be buried forever in the dust of time, slowly forgotten.

The hall was silent. The Bloodtooth Demon Saint could appear at any moment, so they dared not be impolite.

Over the past few days, the demon kings who came to the Silver Tide Mountains have been secretly exchanging information and trying to find out why the Bloodtooth Demon Saint summoned all the demon kings here, but no one knows the answer.

Even the four demon kings, whom the Bloodtooth Demon Saints relied on as their confidants, couldn't explain it.

The demon kings could only wait with doubt in their hearts for the Bloodtooth Demon Saint to answer their questions personally.

Each demon king wondered in their hearts where the deep rage in the Bloodtooth Demon Saint's divine consciousness imprint came from.
Just as the demon kings were solemn with their faces down, but their minds were wandering elsewhere, a figure suddenly appeared on the main seat.

This person was rather unattractive, with a thin build, a slightly sleazy face, and small, dark, bright eyes that gave him a somewhat rat-like appearance. His light gray, tight-fitting clothes were dull and rough.

But upon seeing this person, the demon kings composed themselves, their expressions becoming even more solemn, and they all clasped their hands in greeting: "We pay our respects to the Demon Saint!"

Bloodtooth Demon Saint's expression was solemn as his gaze slowly swept over the demon kings, finally landing on Thunder Mountain Demon King at the forefront, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"I have received an edict from the Great Sage of Moving Mountains. The great war between the two realms will begin soon. I have volunteered to participate. You must all prepare yourselves, gather the demon beast army, and march to Tyrant Turtle Island three years from now..."

Bloodtooth Demon Saint got straight to the point, his slightly hoarse voice echoing in the hall, causing all the demon kings to change color.

Some demon kings guessed that the Demon Saint's decree was related to the war between the two realms. Only such a major event would warrant the Bloodtooth Demon Saint summoning all the demon kings under his command.

But these demon kings never expected that the war between the two realms would be brought forward by three hundred years, and that the Bloodtooth Demon Saint was so impatient that he only gave them three years to prepare.

"This is a true war between two realms, concerning the spatial rift, and five holy domains will participate. Good luck to you all."

The Bloodtooth Demon Saint's voice carried a hint of coldness, and when the demon kings heard the words "spatial rift," their faces immediately turned ugly, and their eyes were filled with disbelief as they looked at the Bloodtooth Demon Saint.

Facing the gazes of the crowd, the Bloodtooth Demon Saint coldly said, "I know what you are thinking. Although the five great holy domains are participating in the war, the Mountain Moving Great Saint will not send all of his demon saints."

"My Bloodtooth Domain has already decided to enter Turtle Island more than 300 years from now. According to convention, we will not participate in the war in advance."

"But in this war between the two realms, the leading sect on the Spirit Realm side is the Tai Xuan Sect, and I, the Saint, must participate in the war!"

All the demon kings were stunned. It was the first time they had ever heard the name "Tai Xuan Sect". The leading demon kings, Lei Shan and Shi Mu, had their expressions change drastically.

The Thunder Mountain Demon King's eyes revealed a deep-seated hatred, while the Wood Erosion Demon King's expression was stiff, but a cold killing intent flashed in his eyes.

The Bloodtooth Demon Saint said, word by word, "The Tai Xuan Sect is a great enemy of my Bloodtooth Domain. There is a Nascent Soul cultivator in their sect, and I will kill him as soon as possible!"

"This person's name is unknown. He is a half-human, half-demon, possessing the bloodline of the Kun fish, and possibly also the bloodlines of fire and lightning. He is a complete bastard!"

"This person infiltrated the Burning Demon Realm more than three hundred years ago, took the alias Kunfeng, joined Leishan's forces, established a cave dwelling, and was known as Beiming. Later, he infiltrated the Xuanli Realm and should now be at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage."

"This is a portrait of Beiming. Whoever takes his head and extracts his primordial spirit will be richly rewarded by this Holy One!" (End of Chapter)