You said you would practice martial arts. Have you mastered the Tiangang Dharma?

Chapter 484 Transformation and Sublimation

After that earth-shattering war, the world seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, leaving behind a doomsday scene. The sky was no longer as blue as before, but gray, with dark clouds and thunder and lightning, as if the gods were roaring in anger. The thunder was deafening, and the lightning was like a sharp sword piercing the sky, adding a bit of hideousness to this devastated world.

The earth was even more horrible to look at. Cracks were everywhere like spider webs. Some were bottomless, while others were as wide as rivers. Rumbling sounds could be heard from the ground from time to time, as if the earth's core was sighing. The mountains and rivers seemed to have lost their vitality in this catastrophe. The mountains became desolate, the rivers became dry, and everything seemed lifeless.

The city that once was is now only left with broken walls and piles of rubble. The remains of houses stand in the wind, stubborn and desolate, as if telling the story of past prosperity and present desolation. Trees are leaning to one side and the other, some are uprooted, and some are left with only bare trunks, standing alone in the wind, swaying with the tenacity of life.

The land is littered with relics of war, rusty armor, broken stones, and silent witnesses of countless lost lives. Those former demons and devils have fallen on strange lands or lie alone in deserted corners, and their souls seem to still wander on this land, transformed into ghosts and monsters.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and dust, pungent and heavy. Occasionally, a gust of wind blew, rolling up the dust, as if the earth was crying silently. Above all this, a blood-red setting sun gradually sank to the horizon, as if heralding the end of an old era and the birth of a new world.

However, the moonlight was like frost, falling on the purple bamboo forest outside the battlefield. The lake water was rippling with tiny ripples like silver scales, reflecting the stars in the sky, and was suddenly broken by nine snow-like clouds. The creature walked slowly from the depths of the mist, its toes touching the moss without getting a single drop of dew on it, and nine long tails spread out behind it, like the Milky Way falling from the sky.

Its fur is not pure white, but the color of frost that has condensed the moonlight for thousands of years. The end of the silver hair is shining with a cold blue light, as if the entire starry sky is woven into the hair, flowing with the ups and downs of the steps. The moonlight flows like a river on its back, outlining a slender and elegant curve, and a golden rune faintly appears on the shoulder blade, which is the mark of the ancient demon clan's inheritance.

When it stopped and stared at the water mirror, its glass-colored eyes reflected the entire galaxy. Deep in the pupils, there seemed to be a golden vortex slowly rotating, and each line was engraved with the wisdom accumulated over thousands of years. The moment its eyelids blinked, the silver carp in the pond suddenly stiffened and sank to the bottom of the water - these eyes could see through the cause and effect of reincarnation, and even swimming fish could not bear the secrets contained in them.

The most breathtaking thing is the nine long tails. Each fox tail has its own unique style: the tip of the leftmost tail is condensed with ice crystals, and the grass and trees are instantly covered with white frost when it is dragged over; the three in the middle are entangled with golden lightning patterns, and subtle lightning crackles among the fur; the two tails on the right are emerald-colored, and tender green vines immediately emerge from the cracks in the rocks they pass through. When the nine tails are fully stretched, the spiritual energy of the entire valley trembles, and the night dew on the bamboo leaves condenses into beads hanging in the air.

As it lowered its head to look down at the ravines on the battlefield, the silver bell on its neck rang softly, a bell carved from thousand-year-old black ice that rang silently and automatically. The line of its jaw sank into the fur collar woven by the moonlight, and the faint blue inner alchemy light could be vaguely seen in its throat. When the first ray of morning light pierced through the clouds, the nine-tailed fox suddenly raised its head and howled, a blood-jade-like demon pattern appeared on its forehead, and its nine tails suddenly swelled like a peacock spreading its tail, and each tail hair burst out with brilliant starlight, dyeing the gradually brightening sky back to deep blue.

She is both the Nine-tailed Fox God and one-tailed Fox. After the thunder tribulation, she has transformed into the realm of her true body and is able to fully control the power of the Nine-tailed Fox God.

When its front paws pressed against the bluestone at the edge of the pond, its plum-shaped pads were exposed, as pink as newly opened lotus petals, but the stone beneath its claws showed spider-web-like cracks. The muscles of its hind legs were faintly visible under its silver fur, accumulating strength that could break through the void. When it leaped toward the brightest part of the moon, its nine tails drew nine intersecting light tracks in the night sky, like a galactic poem written by a god.

Naturally, she now possesses power that she never had before, and she even begins to swallow up the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth. The surging spiritual energy of heaven and earth pours into her body from between heaven and earth.

She absorbed the remaining energy on the battlefield, as well as the origin of the Demon Emperor and Chaos Ancestor that did not belong to the present world, continuously.

Before I knew it, it was the time between dawn and dusk, and the nine-tailed fox stood on the top of the mountains. The moment the first ray of sunlight pierced through the sea of ​​clouds, its silver hair suddenly burst into colorful rays of light, and its nine tails stretched out like a peacock spreading its tail, and each hair turned into a prism, refracting the morning light into thousands of golden rainbows.

When dusk fell, the spirit bead at the tip of the tail rose automatically, and the nine bright beads formed a star array in the dusk. When the Purple Star passed through the sky, the light and shadow cast by the spirit bead intertwined on the ground to form an ancient river map, and the grass and trees grew wildly in the array, and in a blink of an eye, the valley was full of flowers.

On a night of heavy rain, the nine-tailed fox howled to the sky. Thunder condensed into balls of light around it, and the rain evaporated into mist before it even touched the silver hair. The nine-tailed fox pierced through the rain curtain like a jade pillar supporting the sky, and every lightning bolt was absorbed by the spiritual bead at the tip of the tail, reflecting purple lightning and blue frost deep in the pupils.

When the new moon was dark, the demon pattern on its forehead turned into a third vertical pupil. A dark blue light beam shot out from its third eye, and the rocks turned to dust wherever it shone. The nine tails formed a lotus seal and hung in the air, and all the demons and monsters within a hundred miles were turned into ashes in the blue light.

At this moment, the Nine-tailed Fox God absorbed the power of the three most powerful ceilings in the First Heaven for her own use, and she began to transform.

The woman transformed into a banished fairy, standing quietly on the path in the forest with ancient trees, as if she had walked out of an ancient myth. Her eyes were like two clear springs, deep and smart, as if they could peek into people's souls. Her long eyelashes were like black feathers, gently sweeping across her eyes, and every blink of her eyes was filled with endless charm. Her face was as delicate as a masterpiece by a master, and her skin was as white as the finest porcelain, revealing a luster that did not belong to the mortal world.

She was wearing a purple dress, the hem of which swayed gently in the wind, like petals drifting in the spring breeze. Her long hair fell on her shoulders like a waterfall, and every strand of hair seemed to contain moonlight, shining with a faint silver luster. As she walked, she exuded a faint fragrance, like a mixture of mountain springs and wild flowers, which was intoxicating.

Her temperament is elegant and mysterious, and her every move reveals a kind of detachment from the world. When she smiles, the corners of her lips are raised with a thousand years of loneliness and tenderness, as if she can dissolve all the sorrows in the world. Every movement she makes reveals her calmness, as if time has frozen beside her and everything in the world has stopped for her. The surrounding environment seems to become lively because of her existence. The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves and sprinkles on her body, forming mottled light and shadow. The breeze blows, bringing a scent of flowers and plants, adding a touch of liveliness to this quiet forest. On this ancient land, she interprets a legend of demons and immortals in the posture of a nine-tailed fox.

At the edge of Taihu Lake, Jiang Qiu, a dragon bloodline who came out of the Lingguo Forest, also stood above the clouds. His eyes were like the starlight in the abyss, deep and shining. His black hair fluttered in the breeze, like the softest clouds in the night sky. There was a kingly aura between his eyebrows, and his lips were tightly pursed under his sword-like eyebrows, outlining a firm outline.

His skin was like the finest porcelain, with a faint luster, as if it had condensed the most refined spiritual energy between heaven and earth. His high nose bridge and clear contours gave him an extraordinary temperament. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a hint of uninhibited smile, as if he had an aloof attitude towards everything in the world.

He was wearing a black robe that fluttered in the wind, and the dragon-shaped jade pendant he wore exuded a hint of mystery. He stood tall and straight, with the aura of a dragon soaring into the sky. The surrounding clouds and mists seemed to make even the sky proud of the existence of this young man with dragon blood.

Although he possesses stunning beauty, he is most praised for his noble yet gentle temperament. Even in the fiercest battle, his eyes always remain clear and calm, as if he can see into the secrets deep in people's hearts. Every move he makes reveals his natural elegance and calmness, and even a casual wave of his hand seems to be able to change the situation.

This young man with dragon blood is not only a beautiful scenery, but also a figure in many legends of the primitive ancient forest. Although his name has not been mentioned, he is destined to leave a strong mark in the history of the demon clan.

At this moment, Jiang Qiu naturally underwent a transformation because he felt Yiwei's transformation. After all, the realms of the two are interrelated. He has transformed to perfection above the form transformation realm and is only one threshold away from the true body realm!

Deep in the spiritual fruit forest surrounded by ancient trees, the cute little Lolita Ah Xiong has also experienced her own transformation. Although she has not made a breakthrough, her temperament has changed. Her eyes are like two deep and black gems, always with endless curiosity and hope for the world. Her eyelashes are like a fan, and every time she blinks, it is like the brightest stars in the night sky twinkling. Her eyebrows are curved just right, as if a crescent moon is gently hanging above her eyes, giving people a soft and playful feeling.

The skin of the little girl is white and delicate, like cream, which is in sharp contrast with her brown bear ears. Her hair is fluffy and soft, and a few strands of unruly hair fall casually beside her delicate face, adding a bit of agility and cuteness to her. She has a petite figure and wears a light brown dress that matches her skin color. The hem of the dress sways gently with her steps, revealing an innocent beauty.

Ah Xiong likes to chase and play in the woods. Her movements are agile and light. Whenever she looks back and smiles, her lively eyes can easily capture the hearts of others. She is eager to follow the footsteps of her master Jiang Qiu. In the mottled light and shadow of the sun penetrating the treetops, her figure seems to be sprinkled with a layer of golden light, exuding an irresistible charm.

The original nine-tailed fox who had fallen into a deep sleep before, that is, the great demon who followed Jiang Qiu at the beginning, also transformed along with the transformation of the one-tailed fox and awakened.

She is like a peerless woman who has walked out of a painting. Her beauty is enough to make spring flowers blush and autumn moons feel ashamed. Her eyes are the brightest stars in the night sky, deep and mysterious, as if they can see through the abyss of people's hearts, but they also flash with gentle light, like gentle spring water, which can soothe all the fatigue and sorrow in the world.

Her long black hair was casually spread out, and each strand seemed to contain the essence of moonlight, gently falling on her white jade-like shoulders. Her nose was straight yet soft, and her lips were blooming like cherry blossoms, naturally red without any licking. The slightly upturned corners of her mouth seemed to always have a barely perceptible smile, intoxicating yet difficult to touch.

Her skin was whiter than snow, as delicate as the finest porcelain, and exuded a kind of pity-inducing transparency. Her every frown and smile had an indescribable charm, as if she was born with a transcendent temperament that made the surrounding scenery pale in comparison.

Wearing a simple long skirt, the hem of which sways gently in the wind, she stands in an ancient courtyard, next to a tree of extremely gorgeous peach blossoms, but not even one tenth as beautiful as her. The breeze blows, and peach petals flutter down. She reaches out to catch them. At that moment, time seems to freeze. There is an unspoken tacit understanding and beauty between her and the falling flowers.

Although she is silent, her beauty transcends language. She is the kind of person who can make people forget the hustle and bustle of the world and find peace of mind. In front of her, all the prosperity and vanity seem so pale and powerless. Only her peerless face, like a wisp of breeze, will always brush through the hearts of the world.

Such a day was destined to be extraordinary, because the three ceilings of the first heaven had fallen, and the Nine-tailed Fox God absorbed their origins and began to master the power to break through the first heaven.

Suddenly, a strange light appeared in the sky, like a river pouring down from the sky, and the stars shone brightly, illuminating the entire earth. The demons and monsters looked up in amazement, and saw that in the light, there seemed to be a dragon and a phoenix, auspicious birds soaring among the clouds, and melodious fairy music drifted into everyone's ears with the wind.

The monsters in the city came out of their homes one after another, filled with awe and joy, believing that this was a gift from heaven and a long-lost auspicious omen. The monsters also ran excitedly in the primitive ancient forest, roaring with amazement at this rare spectacle.

The vision lasted for a whole hour, and the light gradually became soft, as if it was gently wrapping up all the worries and sorrows between heaven and earth. At this moment, the demons felt an unprecedented peace and tranquility, and all the noise and fighting seemed to be resolved by this peace. They saw the things they had been pursuing all their lives emerging, which were the outline and shadow of the second heaven.

But as time passed, the light gradually faded, and the sky returned to its original color. The chance to ascend to the second heaven did not belong to them.
(End of this chapter)