Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

In a desolate area of ​​the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Demons.

The sea was turbulent, with strong winds and waves, making it extremely dangerous.

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the sky, slowly expanding into a circular hole thousands of feet in size.

The interior of the void is a void, neither black nor white, but a peculiar gray, giving a sense of desolation and emptiness.

The orange-red sunset shone into the void, only to be completely swallowed up by this desolate landscape, leaving not a trace.

But as time went by, the void gradually grew larger, and the desolate emptiness within began to take on color, emitting a brilliant, multicolored spiritual light that spread outwards.

Several days later, the void had expanded to a size of a hundred miles, and the rich, multicolored spiritual light spread to a radius of a thousand miles, blotting out the sky and the sun.

Wherever the five-colored spiritual light reached, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth became extremely rich.

But the sea monsters, fish, and shrimp scrambled to escape, while the seaweed and corals that could not escape perished.

One day, the five-colored light suddenly flashed and then shrank towards the center at an extremely fast speed.

Within moments, the sky full of spiritual light vanished without a trace, revealing a peculiar circular cavity.

The void shimmered with multicolored light, and the phantom of an island slowly emerged below it. It was hundreds of miles in size, several times larger than the largest island in the Myriad Demon Sea, Beiming Island.

A month later, a fire phoenix flapped its wings frantically and flew this way.

It had a long, deep wound on its abdomen, which exposed the bone, and blood was flowing out, leaving a trail of blood behind it. Its eyes were full of terror, and it kept looking back.

Behind the Fire Phoenix, several streaks of light pursued relentlessly, stopping abruptly beneath the illusory giant island. The figures of several cultivators were then revealed.

The group looked up, staring blankly at the giant island, having forgotten to chase after the heavily injured fire phoenix.

The fire phoenix flew over a thousand feet away, and when it approached the phantom of the giant island, it suddenly screamed and its body was severed in two, as if it had struck an invisible blade. The front half of its body disappeared.

Feathers flew everywhere, blood rained down, and the hind half of the fire phoenix's body fell downwards, staining a large area of ​​the sea red.

The group was awakened by the Fire Phoenix's screams. One of the young cultivators murmured, "Could this be the legendary Island of Annihilation?"

Another old man's eyes flickered, and he suddenly spoke up: "My true essence has been greatly depleted. I need to return to Jingsha Island to recuperate for a few days. I will take my leave now!"

After saying this, he clasped his hands in a bow to the others, then vanished into the distance in a flash of light.

Seeing this, the young cultivator asked in confusion, "This Fire Phoenix was injured by Brother Xu, and Elder Wang did not contribute much. Why do you say that?"

A middle-aged man watched the old man's disappearing light, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes. He sneered, "Judging by the time, Jue Ling Island should have only recently appeared. We are very likely the first people to arrive here."

"Old Wang wants to return to Jingsha Island before us and sell the news of Jueling Island's reappearance for a good price!"

Everyone's expression changed, and the young cultivator cursed, "This old bastard, we've been hunting demons together for five or six years, and he's always been so petty, he actually tried to scheme against us!"

The middle-aged man flipped his hand and produced a small boat. His expression turned serious. "I, Xu, despise this kind of behavior the most. I am willing to return to Jingsha Island with you fellow Daoists, sell this news, and split the spirit stones equally. What do you all think?"

The young cultivator's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed, "Brother Xu is so generous! With the Flying Jade Boat here, we'll definitely get back to Jingsha Island before Elder Wang. From now on, I'll listen to Brother Xu!"

A pretty young woman suddenly spoke up: "We can't let Old Wang go back to Jingsha Island, otherwise the information we have won't fetch a good price."

The group exchanged glances, each seeing a murderous glint in the other's eyes.

The middle-aged man said coldly, "This old dog acted unjustly first, so don't blame us for being ruthless!"

As he spoke, he tossed the small boat in his hand forward, and it transformed into a flying boat several meters long, with a slender hull and shimmering spiritual light.

The middle-aged man moved swiftly and arrived on the flying boat. He turned to the others and asked, "Who is willing to go with me to kill Elder Wang and seize the news of the appearance of Jue Ling Island?"

The young cultivator answered without hesitation, "I'm willing!"

He boarded the flying boat, and the pretty woman followed, landing beside the young cultivator. She smiled sweetly and said, "This humble servant is willing to lend Brother Xu a hand."

The others agreed without further hesitation and boarded the flying boat.

The middle-aged man laughed heartily: "Good! After killing Old Wang, we'll sell the news about Jue Ling Island, split the spirit stones equally, and from now on, we'll go out to sea together to hunt demons, supporting each other through life and death, sharing joys and sorrows!"

He raised his hand and made a hand seal. The flying boat flashed with light and transformed into a streak of light, chasing after the direction the old man had left, and soon disappeared into the horizon.

A few days later, news of the appearance of Jueling Island spread throughout the cultivation world of Yuqing Sea, and those who possessed the Tongtian Token rushed to this sea area.

On this day, a streak of light flew from the horizon at an astonishing speed, arriving in front of the illusory floating island in the blink of an eye and abruptly stopping.

The light faded, revealing a black-clad cultivator, tall and wearing a gold-threaded openwork mask, obscuring his face. It was none other than Chen Yuan, who had returned to the Jade Purity Sea after concealing his identity.

He gazed at the illusory giant island before him, smiled slightly, and took out a Heavenly Token.

The next moment, a crack appeared in the void in front of Chen Yuan, swallowing his figure.

A faint feeling of spatial compression came over me, but it quickly disappeared.

Chen Yuan's vision blurred for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he was already on the bluestone square in front of the Tongtian Hall.

The Tongtian Hall remains magnificent, with its double-eaved hip roof, soaring eaves, vermilion pillars, and yellow tiles, exuding an ancient and dignified air.

A light white mist enveloped the square. Chen Yuan glanced around and saw that dozens of people were standing in the square, far apart from each other, some sitting cross-legged, others standing with their hands behind their backs.

This time, Jue Ling Island appeared in the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Demons, which is quite far from the Jade Purity Sea, so human cultivators arrived at a slower pace.

However, there were only six demonic beasts on the bluestone plaza, huddled in a corner. Since the destruction of the three royal clans, the demon race had been in decline and completely overwhelmed by the human race.

Many people turned to look when they saw cultivators entering the area.

Upon seeing Chen Yuan wearing a mask, some people immediately lost interest and looked away.

Some people's eyes fell on Chen Yuan's mask, their eyes showing vigilance. They scrutinized him for a while before turning back.

Chen Yuan spread his divine sense, enveloping the entire square, then came to a secluded corner, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes slightly, and waited for the Tongtian Palace to open.

White light began to appear on the bluestone plaza, and cultivators continued to arrive, while there were very few demonic beasts.

As time went on, the frequency of the white light appearing decreased, and fewer and fewer cultivators entered the plaza.

A month later, the white light finally stopped shining, and no more cultivators entered the place.

At this moment, more than two hundred cultivators and more than thirty demonic beasts had gathered on the bluestone square, huddled in a corner of the square, enduring the ill-intentioned gazes of the human cultivators.

But those demons who still dare to enter Jueling Island are either incredibly bold or have grand ambitions; none of them show any fear in their eyes, and some even glare back fiercely.

No one paid attention to Chen Yuan, who was also sitting in the corner. He closed his eyes and regulated his breathing, his body completely still.

Only after the Tongtian Hall opened did Chen Yuan slowly open his eyes and look at a middle-aged cultivator.

This person was dressed in a green robe, surrounded by no one, and possessed an extraordinary demeanor, clearly indicating that his cultivation level was not low.

The green-robed cultivator seemed to sense Chen Yuan's gaze, frowned, turned his head, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

He spread his divine sense and scanned Chen Yuan, but found nothing.

The green-robed cultivator's expression changed slightly. He focused his divine sense on Chen Yuan, examining him closely, but it was as if he were probing into a series of abysses, unable to reach the bottom.

He was startled and asked telepathically, "I am Tang Wujiu of the Zhenhai Sect. May I ask your esteemed name, fellow Daoist?"

Chen Yuan smiled slightly, ignoring him completely, and simply looked away.

The green-robed monk asked twice more, but the question seemed to sink without a trace, causing his heart to sank.

He frowned, looking Chen Yuan up and down, but he couldn't see his face or sense his cultivation level. He felt that this person was unfathomable, and he made a series of guesses in his mind, which he then rejected one by one. His eyes slowly became suspicious and uncertain.

Just then, the hazy mist that had enveloped the edge of the square slowly dissipated, revealing the dilapidated ruins in the distance.

Some cultivators who were entering Jue Ling Island for the first time couldn't help but show surprise when they saw the collapsed mountains, the dilapidated palaces, and the desolate plains before them.

They never imagined that the legendary Jueling Island, said to be teeming with rare and precious treasures, would be so dilapidated.

Chen Yuan remained calm. Suddenly, the tightly closed doors of the Tongtian Palace slowly opened, revealing the deep, dark hall behind them.

Everyone turned their gaze away and looked towards the Tongtian Palace.

Tang Wujiu gave Chen Yuan a deep look, then looked away, got up and walked toward the Tongtian Hall, his steps slightly hurried.

The other Nascent Soul cultivators were quite surprised to see this. One of the elders said coldly, "Tang Wujiu, this Jue Ling Island will be your burial ground. If you are afraid, stay here and don't enter the Tongtian Palace."

Upon hearing this, Tang Wujiu suppressed his surprise and doubt, glanced at the old man, and said, "Old dog Wu, I can hurt you in the Rainbow Stream Sea, but you are no match for me on this Spirit-Slaying Island."

The old man sneered, "If it weren't for the great formation as a support, you would have been a skeleton in a tomb long ago. You are not ashamed, but proud. The people of Zhenhai Sect are indeed shameless."

Tang Wujiu said, "Then let's settle this in the Demon Realm. If we're talking about shamelessness, then the Heavenly Mystery Sect is the one."

"The Golden Feathered Eagle clan was clearly wiped out by Master Chen, yet your Heavenly Mystery Sect has taken it over, acting like a fox borrowing the tiger's power, and you still have the nerve to spout nonsense here!"

The old man laughed heartily: "You dare to mention Master Chen? Back then, Yun Tian chased Master Chen for tens of thousands of miles, creating such a deep-seated hatred. Do you really think Master Chen would forgive and forget?"

"One day, the Zhenhai Sect will be destroyed by True Man Chen!"

Tang Wujiu's face darkened, and without saying another word, he strode into the Tongtian Hall.

The old man followed closely behind, and several other Nascent Soul cultivators followed behind the two as they entered the Tongtian Hall.

The Core Formation cultivators in the square looked somewhat solemn as they rose and walked toward the Tongtian Hall.

Among them, more than a dozen Zhenhai Sect cultivators had solemn expressions and worried looks in their eyes.

The conflict between the Tianji Sect and the Zhenhai Sect is far from over.

And Chen Zhenren, who has not appeared since the Dual Cultivation Ceremony, has become a nightmare for the cultivators of Zhenhai Sect.

He was able to persuade the three major sects to wipe out the Kunyu and Jiaolong royal families in one fell swoop, but he has been slow to take action against the Zhenhai Sect.

However, he did not accept the apology from Zhenhai Sect and seemed to still harbor resentment.

If Master Chen were to suddenly appear outside Zhenhai Island one day, accompanied by elders from the three major sects, how should one defend against him?

The most unbearable thing is to be held back and not released, to be suspended but not released.

Over time, the cultivators of Zhenhai Sect could only console themselves that True Person Chen was magnanimous and had long since forgiven the past.

Chen Yuan smiled slightly, stood up, mingled with the crowd, and walked into the Tongtian Palace.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, he stepped into the teleportation array leading to the Demon Realm. A flash of white light, and his figure vanished. (End of Chapter)