Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

Chen Yuan's gaze slowly swept over everyone, and the Zhu Yan Dharma Image behind him suddenly calmed down.

The Zhu Yan True Fire that surged into everyone's soul space also became much gentler.

The crowd was overjoyed, but before they could express their gratitude, Chen Yuan coldly said, "If you innocent people had discovered my whereabouts before I formed my Nascent Soul, you would have been in trouble."

"I wonder if you will be lenient and spare my life."

"Will they still capture Chen and bring him back to Zhenhai Sect to curry favor with Master Yuhai?"

Everyone froze, and the joy that had just risen in their hearts vanished.

Some people wanted to speak up and say they would spare Chen Yuan's life, but they just couldn't bring themselves to say it.

Faced with Chen Yuan, a Nascent Soul cultivator, they naturally bowed and scraped.

But if it were Chen Yuan, a Core Formation cultivator, they would certainly not show any mercy; there would be no other choice.

Chen Yuan's gaze swept over the low-level cultivators of the Zhenhai Sect: "If you had discovered my whereabouts back then but survived, would you have pretended not to know, or would you have reported it to your sect?"

The Zhenhai Sect cultivators, who had just escaped the brutal killing intent, were panting heavily and in excruciating pain, but upon hearing these words, they fell silent.

Who would care about a Core Formation cultivator who offended the sect's Supreme Elder and was wanted by the sect leader?
Even Qi Refining disciples, upon encountering Chen Yuan on his escape route, would immediately report to the sect and exchange him for spirit stones and pills.

Chen Yuan said coldly, "Since you are cultivators of the Zhenhai Sect, you are not innocent."

"I haven't offended Mr. Chen; I just haven't met him yet."

Do you really expect to judge cases like ordinary government offices, judging actions without considering intentions?

"Back then, I was weak and wanted by the Zhenhai Sect. I was also chased by Yun Tian for tens of thousands of miles. I fled to Jiuxianzhou in a panic and barely survived. You all remained silent."

"Now that I, Chen, have achieved the Nascent Soul stage and come to seek revenge, I will naturally show no mercy."

"Only by wiping you out and severing the lineage of Zhenhai Sect, and by using the blood of the entire Zhenhai Sect, can we avenge our past humiliation."

Having said that, he had a thought, and the Zhu Yan Dharma Image pounded its chest and roared, its true essence surging out and transforming into strands of Zhu Yan True Fire, which poured into the bodies of the Zhenhai Sect cultivators.

The sounds of slaughter filled the air. The low-level cultivators of the Zhenhai Sect could not bear the excruciating pain of their souls being burned. Their minds were controlled by violent killing intent, and they roared as they killed those around them, showing no mercy even to their senior brothers, junior brothers, or close relatives and partners.

Some died from the Zhu Yan True Fire, but many more cultivators perished tragically at the hands of their fellow disciples' magical treasures and supernatural powers.

Nascent Soul cultivators can still remain conscious, but the almost endless Vermilion Flame constantly burns their souls, driving them nearly mad and leaving them powerless to escape.

They even considered giving up, indulging in the violent killing intent welling up from the bottom of their hearts, tearing apart everything in front of them, and pouring their pain onto others.

Master Yuhai's eyes were bloodshot as he endured the excruciating pain in his soul and pointed at the array plate in front of him.

Thirty-six top-grade spirit stones spontaneously exploded, causing the array plate to tremble violently. A thick crack slowly appeared, piercing through the entire array plate.

The protective array of the sect shattered with a roar, turning into countless streams of light that vanished into thin air.

Master Yu Hai roared, "Cultivators of Zhenhai Sect, listen to my command! Today our sect has suffered a great calamity and cannot escape destruction, but the Zhenhai Sect's heritage must not be extinguished."

"You all must flee for your lives immediately, endure and lie low, and when your cultivation is complete, kill Chen Yuan and avenge your sect!"

Having said that, he flipped his hand and took out a glazed pagoda, tossed it forward, and shouted, "Chen Yuan! Although you are a Nascent Soul cultivator, you'll have to suffer a lot if you want to destroy our sect!"

The glazed pagoda flew into the air, transforming into a towering structure of nine stories, hundreds of feet high. It was crystal clear, with an ancient and simple design, exuding an aura of vicissitudes, and vaguely suggesting a rivalry with Chen Yuan.

Master Yuhai raised his hand and slammed it heavily on his chest, spitting out a mouthful of blood essence. His whole body immediately withered, becoming skin and bones, his face like a skeleton, his complexion deathly pale, and his skin like tree bark, like a dying man.

The essence of blood transformed into a blood mist, merging into the nine-story glazed pagoda, which then expanded again, reaching a height of a thousand feet, piercing the clouds and breaking through the surrounding dark clouds.

The moonlight shone down again, illuminating the mess on the island of Zhenhai.

Mountains collapsed, boulders rolled down, ravines crisscrossed, trees were broken, palaces collapsed, fires spread, ice covered miles, blood flowed like rivers, and corpses littered the fields.

The cultivators of Zhenhai Sect were all enraged, killing each other and unleashing their magical treasures and supernatural powers, destroying most of the mountain gate.

Master Yu Hai's bulging eyes were filled with resentment as he stared intently at Chen Yuan. With all his might, he roared, "Fall!"

The nine-story glazed pagoda trembled slightly, emitting a powerful sealing force that slowly descended upon Chen Yuan's head.

The void around Chen Yuan suddenly solidified, binding him in place and preventing him from using the teleportation technique.

However, he only needs to activate the Kunpeng True Blood to break through this sealing power.

But Chen Yuan looked up at the nine-story glazed pagoda, did not dodge, but instead stood up to meet it, raising his hand to lift it up.

Before the nine-story glazed pagoda, which stood a thousand feet tall, Chen Yuan appeared as small as an ant, yet he held it firmly, preventing it from falling even an inch further.

Master Yu Hai's eyes widened in complete astonishment.

Chen Yuan's muscles bulged, straining against his escape robes. With a loud shout, he unleashed his power and hurled the nine-story glazed pagoda.

The nine-story glazed pagoda tilted and crashed into the sea, creating a massive wave that submerged a large portion of Zhenhai Island. Many Zhenhai Sect cultivators, caught up in the carnage and unable to escape in time, were swept into the tsunami and died from the immense shockwave, spitting blood and sinking to the bottom of the sea.

Chen Yuan's figure returned to normal. Looking at the nine-story glazed pagoda that had rapidly shrunk and turned to ashes after falling into the sea, he said indifferently, "Is this the Zhenhai Sect's last trump card? Nothing special."

Master Yuhai was distraught, his eyes dim, and he had fallen into despair.

This is a technique left behind by the seventh-generation sect leader of Zhenhai Sect, the only Nascent Soul cultivator.

It is controlled by the successive leaders of the Zhenhai Sect and can only be used to defend against enemies when the Zhenhai Sect is in a life-or-death crisis.

However, Chen Yuan destroyed the trump card left behind by the Nascent Soul cultivator with his bare hands.

Master Yu Hai's desperate gamble turned into a joke.

Chen Yuan no longer held back, raising his hand and throwing out four Kunyu short arrows, which shot out and headed straight for Master Yuhai.

Master Yuhai still wanted to struggle in his death throes, but one of the Kunyu short arrows flashed and suddenly disappeared from its original spot, appearing behind him and piercing deeply into his heart.

A three-inch nascent soul flew out from the body of Jade Sea True Man, wrapped in the True Fire of Vermilion Sea. It did not fly far before it was burned to ashes and vanished into thin air.

With Master Yuhai dead, the other Nascent Soul cultivators lost all fighting spirit. The four Kunyu short arrows moved swiftly and unpredictably, each flash taking away a soul.

Master Yu Hai took the initiative to activate the formation, causing the Zhenhai Sect cultivators to scatter and flee for their lives.

However, under the True Fire of the Vermilion Bird, the island became an inescapable hell, and the cultivators of the Zhenhai Sect were almost all killed or injured, with no one surviving.

After the last Zhenhai Sect cultivator breathed his last, the Zhu Yan dharma image behind Chen Yuan finally disappeared.

Jing Shuhan flew over from a distance, and looking at the corpses scattered all over the ground below, a hint of pity appeared in her eyes.

Although she was a demonic cultivator who never hesitated to kill, this was the first time she had ever witnessed such a bloody scene.

The thousands of cultivators of the Zhenhai Sect killed each other in one night, resulting in the complete annihilation of the sect and the extinction of its lineage.

Even the most ruthless demonic giants are far less vicious than Chen Yuan.

Suddenly, Jing Shuhan's eyes flickered, and her delicate brows furrowed slightly, as if she had remembered something.

Seeing this, Chen Yuan asked, "Can you not bear to see the Zhenhai Sect in such a miserable state?"

Jing Shuhan shook her head slightly: "I was just thinking that more than a thousand years ago, the Wentian Sect was also wiped out overnight, and we still don't know who did it. It's quite similar to what happened today."

Chen Yuan said, "You guessed correctly, the Wentian Sect was destroyed by Fellow Daoist Lu..."

He briefly recounted the entanglement between Lu Wangquan and the Wentian Sect.

Jing Shuhan was stunned. After a long while, she finally spoke: "The number one sect in Yuqing Sea, are they all destined to end up like this?"

Chen Yuan smiled slightly: "If I weren't going to enter the spatial passage in eight years, the Zhenhai Sect might still be able to leave behind its legacy."

After saying that, he descended with his escape light, spread his divine sense, and scanned the Zhenhai Sect's mountain gate inch by inch, searching for the treasure vault hidden within.

Jing Shuhan sighed softly and put away all the mustard seed rings belonging to True Person Yu Hai and the group of Nascent Soul cultivators.

The location of the Zhenhai Sect's treasure pavilion is not hidden, and it is unlikely that the successive leaders of the Zhenhai Sect would have imagined that the mountain gate would be breached.

Chen Yuan collected all the treasures, including spirit stones, pills, magical artifacts, and spiritual materials.

This is a large portion of the foundation of a major sect, enough to make any great cultivator envious, but for Chen Yuan, its value is negligible.

The alchemy hall, weapon forging hall, talisman making hall, and spirit herb garden were also looted by Chen Yuan and Jing Shuhan.

The two only stopped fighting when the sun rose in the east.

There are still a large number of low-level cultivation resources that have not been collected, but it is no longer necessary for the two of them to collect them personally.

Chen Yuan rode his escape light and flew towards Tianji Island with Jing Shuhan. On the way, they encountered Tianjizi, who was flying towards Zhenhai Island.

Chen Yuan took the initiative to show himself, stopped Tianjizi, and ordered him to collect all the low-level cultivation resources of Zhenhai Sect and send them to Jing Shuhan.

Upon learning that the Zhenhai Sect had been wiped out overnight and that there were no survivors on Zhenhai Island, Tianjizi was stunned and speechless, displaying none of the composure expected of a great cultivator.

It wasn't until Chen Yuan urged him that he snapped out of his daze, readily agreeing with humility, and quickened his pace to fly towards Zhenhai Island.

After Tianjizi and the others left, Chen Yuan said to Jing Shuhan, "I still have to kill someone. You go back to Tianji Island first, I'll be right back."

Jing Shuhan said, "I will go with my husband."

Chen Yuan shook his head slightly: "This trip is somewhat risky. Although I am not afraid, I will inevitably have some concerns if you come with me."

Upon hearing this, Jing Shuhan stopped insisting, but still reminded him, "In eight years, my husband will enter the spatial passage. He should prioritize ascension and avoid taking any risks."

Chen Yuan smiled and said, "I know what I'm doing; I would never let a small matter cause me to lose sight of the bigger picture." (End of Chapter)