Nine Transformations of the True Spirit.

As the sun rises, its gentle rays illuminate the Silver Moon Mountains.

But the Howling Moon Silver Wolf, having patrolled all night, could not stop and continued to patrol among the mountains.

The demon general who was meditating and cultivating last night has now risen into the air, his expression solemn, carefully observing all the movements outside the mountains through a layer of silver array.

Just two hours ago, the eldest elder, who usually lived a secluded life in Moonsleeping Valley, summoned three demon generals from the clan and six demon generals from affiliated demon clans. He then presented the clan leader's decree and the Wolf Ancestor's relics, announcing that he would take control of the clan's power.

The last time the Grand Elder served as a council member was four thousand years ago. His sudden appearance surprised the demon generals of the Howling Moon Silver Wolf clan.

They were unaware that the life-giving lamps of the three elders had all been extinguished, and Yin Zhu dared not reveal a single detail without the approval of the Grand Elder and the Clan Chief.

But faced with the clan chief's decree and the wolf ancestor's relics, they dared not disobey.

Fortunately, the Grand Elder only activated the clan's main formation and ordered the entire clan to be on high alert. He issued no other orders and the incident did not cause any disturbance.

However, the clan chief and several other elders did not show up, and instead the eldest elder was put in charge of clan affairs, which still gave people a strange feeling.

This made the demon generals wonder if something had happened in their clan.
But they were destined never to know. Apart from a mid-level demon general named Yin Fei, who had dealings with the Grand Elder, and dared to inquire privately, the other demon generals could only obey orders.

Even this demon general, who was utterly loyal to the Grand Elder and had repeatedly sent him secret messages, was turned away by the Grand Elder.

Although the Grand Elder left Moonsleeping Valley, he quickly entered the Wolf Soul Hall, where the clan leaders of past generations were enshrined, and remained secluded inside.

As various speculations arose in everyone's minds, the white-robed youth sat cross-legged on the futon, staring intently at a slightly ancient bronze lamp in front of him.

A single lamp, small as a bean, burns quietly, just as it has for thousands of years.

This is Yin Qianjie's natal lamp. Ever since Yin Qianjie advanced to the fifth level of demon beast and his demon core underwent a transformation, he placed this natal lamp in the Natal Lamp Hall, and it has never been extinguished.

The once brand-new brass lamps and candles have also become old and worn with the erosion of time.

With Yin Qianjie personally taking action and wielding the Guanghan Bow, a spiritual treasure and divine weapon passed down for tens of thousands of years by the Howling Moon Silver Wolf clan, there should have been no chance of failure.

But the white-robed youth, as if possessed, still managed to obtain the life-bound lamp from Yin Zhu.

He couldn't tell whether he was worried about Yin Qianjie's safety or simply being cautious and didn't want to leave the natal lamp in the Yuandeng Hall for other demon generals in the clan to see.

More than four thousand years ago, he once competed with Yin Qianjie for the position of clan leader, but in the end he lost by one move.

Disheartened, he retreated into Moonsleeping Valley, and in a daze, four thousand years passed in a flash.

Now that he has finally emerged from that secluded valley and taken sole power, he longs for Yin Qianjie to return and give back the Wolf Ancestor's relics to him.

After a long while, the white-robed youth suddenly gave a self-deprecating laugh and withdrew his gaze.

He stared at the natal lamp for two hours, his thoughts churning, his experiences over the past few thousand years surfacing bit by bit, but the natal lamp remained unchanged.

Yin Qianjie is a demon general, only a step away from the mid-stage of demon generalship, and has long stood at the top of the Myriad Demon Continent.

It was merely an investigation into the lives of a few high-ranking demon generals; how could any unexpected events possibly occur?

He had lived in seclusion in Moon Sleep Valley for thousands of years, and his sharpness had long been worn away. He was overly cautious and even somewhat timid in his actions.

It seems he is no longer suitable to take charge of the clan leader. He should cultivate a new high-level demon general as soon as possible and then return to Moonsleeping Valley for secluded cultivation.

After several hundred years, when his lifespan ends and he passes away peacefully, his soul will be reborn and depart, thus ending his remaining life...

The white-robed youth's eyes showed a hint of bitterness as he slowly closed them, about to enter a meditative state.

Beep!

Just then, the flame on the bronze lamp in front of him flickered and suddenly dissipated, turning into sparks.

The young man in white was startled, then slowly opened his eyes wide.

The sparks fell like a flower blown away by the wind, slowly dissipating into the air.

Only the extinguished bronze lamps remained, like dead branches, their once lustrous surface now dulled, revealing only decay and antiquity.

The young man in white stared at the bronze lamp, his body motionless.

A full quarter of an hour passed before he suddenly blinked, let out a long breath, slowly rose from the futon, and with a flick of his sleeve, put away his natal lamp.

He walked expressionlessly and strode towards the outside of the Wolf Soul Hall.

He flicked his sleeve again, and the two heavy stone doors swung open with a bang, the stone axles creaking under the weight.

The young man in white walked out of the main hall, the bright sunlight shining on him and casting a long shadow behind him.

He looked up at the horizon, gazing at the warm sunrise in the east, but could only feel a deep chill.

On each side of the main hall stood a Core Formation slave, who immediately bowed respectfully upon seeing the white-robed youth emerge.

The white-robed youth ignored him, flipped his hand and took out three communication talismans, saying calmly, "Come to the Wolf Soul Hall for a meeting immediately."

Having said that, he raised his hand and threw out a communication talisman, then returned to the hall and sat down again on the prayer mat.

He pondered for a moment, then took out two jade slips, probed them with his divine sense, left a few words inside, and took out the pale, sharp tooth, leaving his mark on each.

After finishing this task, he put away his pale teeth and the two jade slips, closed his eyes to rest, and remained calm as usual.

Since all the demon generals in the clan were on guard at the edge of the Silver Moon Mountains and no one was in seclusion to cultivate, three demon generals arrived outside the Wolf Soul Hall two quarters of an hour later.

They descended from their ethereal forms, hurriedly entered the room, and approached the white-robed youth, bowing with clasped hands in greeting.

"The Grand Elder has summoned us. What are your instructions?"

The white-robed youth slowly opened his eyes, scanning them over the three demon generals in front of him: one mid-level demon general, two low-level demon generals, and Yin Zhu among them.

Cultivation is inherently difficult for demons, and it becomes even more so as their bloodline grows stronger.

The Howling Moon Silver Wolf clan has accumulated nearly ten thousand years of experience, but in total, they only have fifteen demon generals.

All four elders were dead, and the life lamps of the six mid-level demon generals who had been ordered by Yin Qianjie to go to Iron Feather Peak had all been extinguished.

There are only five demon generals left in the clan. Apart from the white-robed youth and a mid-level demon general who is in charge of the clan's protective array and cannot leave for a moment, there are these three people in front of us.

However, besides these three demon generals, there are six other demon generals affiliated with the demon race who cultivate using the giant spiritual veins in the Silver Moon Mountains and obey the commands of the white-robed youth.

Even if the three demon generals are summoned, there is no need to worry about the great formation being unguarded. The white-robed youth waved his hand heavily, and the palace doors slammed shut. The three were startled and couldn't help but look back.

When they turned around, the white-robed youth had already taken out a bronze lamp, two jade slips, and the pale, sharp tooth.

The other two demon generals looked at the bronze lamp, a hint of doubt flashing in their eyes.
Yin Zhu's expression changed drastically. He took a few steps back, pointed at the bronze lamp, and said in a trembling voice, "This...this is..."

The white-robed youth said, word by word, "That's right, this is the clan leader's natal lamp."

"Yesterday, the clan leader left the clan to go to Iron Feather Peak to investigate the matter of the extinguishing of the life-giving lamps of the four elders and the six demon generals in the clan."

“And just a quarter of an hour ago, the clan leader’s life lamp also went out.”

The other two demon generals' expressions changed drastically. The mid-level demon general even exclaimed in shock, "Impossible! The clan leader is a demon general, and he has the Guanghan Bow. Who could possibly hurt him?"

The white-robed youth said coldly, "Things have come to this point, there's no point in saying more. Whether it's the clan leader being ambushed, the other four demon generals attacking together, or the connection between the clan leader's soul and his life-giving lamp being severed, our clan is now facing a life-or-death crisis."

"Yinzhu, now take the ancestral spirit's relics to Moon Treasury Peak and order the guards to open the treasure vault. Focus on divine weapons, magical treasures, elixirs, and spiritual materials. Take as many treasures as you can."

"Yinfei, take this decree to Yuezhi Peak and order the guards to open the spirit herb garden and take away all the spirit herbs that are over eight hundred years old."

"Silver Boat, you hold this jade slip, which contains the names of seven low-ranking clansmen with pure bloodlines. You must find them within half an hour and do not disturb the other clansmen."

"After you're done, you'll return to the Wolf Soul Hall to reunite..."

As he spoke, he handed two jade slips and Pale White Teeth to the three demon generals, his expression turning solemn: "This concerns the continuation of our clan's lineage, you must act swiftly and without delay!"

"I will obey the Grand Elder's decree!"

The three dared not delay and immediately agreed.

Yin Zhu glanced at the pale, sharp teeth in his hand, feeling the pressure emanating from the depths of his bloodline, but felt no joy whatsoever.

He looked at the white-robed youth, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes: "Is the Grand Elder leaving with us?"

The white-robed youth said calmly, "The person who set up this scheme first killed ten of our clan's demon generals. Now that the clan leader is also in grave danger, they must be after our clan."

"Iron Feather Peak is only about 20,000 miles away from Silver Moon Mountain Range. The person behind it who killed the clan leader must be incredibly powerful and could arrive at any time."

"They may have already laid an ambush outside the Silvermoon Mountains."

"I will stay behind to oversee the formation and hold off your pursuers."

The other two demon generals' expressions changed, and they were about to speak to persuade him, but were stopped by the white-robed youth: "Don't say anything more. My lifespan is coming to an end, and my death is nothing to regret."

"But the lineage of our clan must not be broken in my hands. Act quickly and without error!"

The three demon generals exchanged a glance, bowed deeply to the white-robed youth, their eyes revealing a hint of sorrow. They then turned and walked hurriedly out of the hall, not daring to delay for even a moment longer.

After the three demon generals left, the white-robed youth slowly rose, gently flicked his sleeves, and went outside the hall.

The two Core Formation slaves immediately bowed respectfully to him, but their eyes were slightly blank due to the restrictions on their souls.

The white-robed youth glanced at the two men, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes. He flicked his finger, sending out two gusts of wind that struck the vital points of their dantian.

The two Core Formation slaves' eyes bulged out, their bodies went limp, and they died instantly.

The young man in white strolled to the edge of the cliff, looked up at the rising sun in the east, his eyes slightly narrowed, and murmured, "You lowly slaves, to be able to be buried with my clan is truly an opportunity earned through a hundred lifetimes of good deeds..."

He spread his divine sense, covering most of the Silver Moon Mountain Range, and took in the actions of the three demon generals.

Yuecang Peak and Yuezhi Peak are not far from the ancestral peak. They utilize the rich spiritual energy of the giant spiritual vein to cultivate spiritual herbs and slow down the decay of the spiritual energy contained in the natural treasures in the treasure vault.

Half an hour passed quickly, and Yin Zhu and Yin Fei had taken most of the treasures and all the spiritual medicines, returning to the Wolf Soul Palace.

Yin Zhu wore three mustard seed rings on her wrists and carried several more in her bosom.

Silver Boat was still searching for the lower-ranking clansmen who were patrolling the mountains and had not returned.

The young man in white frowned slightly, and Yin Zhu and Yin Fei also showed some anxiety on their faces.

Finally, after half an hour and a quarter of an hour, Yinzhou led the seven low-ranking clansmen with pure bloodlines back to the Wolf Soul Palace.

He clasped his hands in a fist and bowed to the white-robed youth, about to apologize, but was interrupted by the youth's wave of his hand: "There's no time to lose, you should all leave immediately."

After saying that, he turned and walked into the Wolf Soul Hall.

A hint of doubt flashed in Yin Zhu and Yin Fei's eyes, but they still followed closely behind. Yin Zhou also turned around and ordered the seven Howling Moon Silver Wolves, which had not yet taken human form, to follow.

The demons arrived at the depths of the Wolf Soul Palace, where five lifelike and heroic silver wolf statues, each about ten feet in size, were enshrined. They were the five demon generals and clan leaders who had served in the clan throughout history.

The white-robed youth approached the first clan leader, who was also the ancestor of the Howling Moon Silver Wolf clan, bowed deeply, and said in a solemn voice, "Our clan has reached a critical juncture of life and death. We, the descendants of our bloodline, earnestly beseech our ancestor's protection to overcome this calamity..."

His voice gradually lowered, and he flipped his hand to take out the pale, sharp tooth. Then he raised his hand, patted his chest, and spat out a mouthful of blood, which he sprinkled on the pale, sharp tooth.

Its pale, sharp teeth, stained with blood, trembled slightly, and an aura of vicissitudes slowly spread out, accompanied by a long, desolate wolf howl, which made everyone present feel a sense of worship.

Suddenly, the stone platform on which the ancestral statue stood flashed with light and slowly moved away, revealing a deep entrance to a tunnel.

The three demon generals and the Howling Moon Silver Wolf, which had not yet taken human form, were all astonished. Only today did they learn that there was such a hidden place in the Wolf Soul Palace.

The young man in white breathed a sigh of relief and solemnly said, "This secret passage is hidden a thousand feet underground and leads to a thousand miles away. There are no formations set up along the way. Do not use your supernatural powers. Enter quickly and escape for your lives."

This secret passage was built by the ancestor of the Howling Moon Silver Wolf, who ordered thousands of slaves to work for a hundred years.

Because there is a giant ley line beneath the Silvermoon Mountains, the soil and rocks are extremely hard, making excavation extremely difficult. All of these tens of thousands of slaves died from exhaustion of their life force, and were entirely made of flesh and blood.

This secret passage can only be opened with the Pale White Sharp Teeth; otherwise, it will collapse on its own. Only Yin Qianjie and the white-robed youth in the clan know of its existence, and it must not be opened unless absolutely necessary.

This secret passage has only been opened twice in the past tens of thousands of years; this is the third time.

The Howling Moon Silver Wolf clan survived the two previous near-annihilation crises.

The young man in white was worried that the person behind the scenes had other plans, and that collecting treasures and herbs and finding his clansmen would take a lot of time. So he sent three demon generals out through the secret passage to avoid being blocked halfway and having all his efforts wasted.

The three demon generals immediately agreed and filed in.

Just then, a leisurely voice drifted into the Wolf Soul Palace: "Yin Qianjie is dead. Today is the day the Howling Moon Silver Wolf clan is destroyed. Where do you intend to go?" (End of Chapter)