Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 212 Crimson Flame Tiger Transformation

"So, countless demonic beasts like you were trapped and killed by these invisible shackles under the Nine Revolutions?" Chu Ning's voice was low and steady, like a drop of cold dew falling into the blood flames.

The Crimson Tiger remained silent, its massive body lying prone among the rocks. In its molten gold pupils, there surged intense pain, resentment, and a dying light that was barely extinguished.

It was once the ruler of Burning Flame Valley, capable of burning down forests with a single thought and turning valleys into ruins with a single rage.

However, today, they are trapped under the Nine Revolutions Heavenly Lock, just like countless other demons, whose ranks are determined by the Heavenly Dao and whose advancement is denied. They can only be "guardian demon slaves" under the imperial system.

Chu Ning slowly stood up, shifting his gaze from the Crimson Flame Tiger's dim eyes to the deepest part of Burning Flame Valley.

There, a stone tablet stands silently, as if it has never wavered for millions of years.

The monument was about nine zhang tall, pitch black, and its entire body was burning with pale black demonic fire. Every rune seemed to be condensed with endless sorrow.

The surface of the stone tablet is engraved with ancient rebellious patterns, and at its bottom is sealed the legendary "Rebellious Bone Decree"—according to Yan Cannian, it is sealed by the vengeful spirits of 973 "blood rebels". They were the rebellious disciples in the history of the demon race who were unwilling to sacrifice and submit, but were suppressed by the Heavenly Law and the Emperor's Soul. Their bodies were gone, and only their resentment burned under the tablet.

“You are different, Brother Tiger.” Chu Ning turned to look at the dying Crimson Flame Tiger, his voice as firm as iron.

“Deep within your bloodline, there is something else,” he said slowly. “There is a lifeline, a will that even the Heavenly Lock of Myriad Calamities cannot completely erase.”

You endured the nine flames of the earth's fire with silence and waiting, and you also endured your own decay... not to die here.

He bent down, extended his left hand, and placed it on the tiger's head. The Thunder Soul stirred slightly, and a wisp of golden light seeped into the tiger's body, awakening the "first thought" that had not yet been extinguished deep within its remnant soul.

“Tell me—” Chu Ning stared directly at it, “If I retrieve the Rebellious Bone Token, do you dare to accept this token, defy fate, and even if your soul fire burns and your divine veins backfire, fight for true freedom?!”

These words struck the depths of the Crimson Flame Tiger's heart and soul like a thunderbolt.

For the first time in many years, the dormant, withered, and bound by time and humiliation soul experienced a violent upheaval.

The Crimson Tiger trembled, and blood flames burst from its back. It suddenly opened its eyes, and blazing flames were reflected in its molten gold beast pupils.

That wasn't a response; it was more like a long-suppressed, wild thought breaking free from its cocoon.

"Roar--!!!"

With a roar, it soared into the sky.

The Burning Flame Valley trembled, the rocks shook, and the flames surged back like a sea.

"If I live... I swear by my soul and blood—" The Crimson Tiger's words thundered, his broken aura carrying madness and dignity, "I will follow my lord! Through mountains of knives and seas of fire! I will die ten thousand times!!!"

Chu Ning's gaze was piercing, and he remained silent.

The next moment, his sleeves fluttered violently, and his figure transformed into a streak of ghostly golden light.

The light passed over the giant lava pit beside the Crimson Flame Tiger and shot straight towards the ancient monument of the Demon Tomb in the deepest part of the Burning Flame Valley.

Deep within the Burning Flame Valley, before the Demon Tomb, fiery clouds churned like ink, and demonic winds whipped up remnants of flame and lightning. Ancient monuments stood tall and imposing, like a piece of black bone broken from hell, firmly nailed into the valley floor, long since cursed and burned to ashes.

The monument is as black as ink, with twisted patterns like the wounds of an ancient beast. Nine hundred and seventy-three names are outlined on it with dark gold demon blood—each word seems to have been condensed from raging fire and wailing, sharp enough to cut the soul.

They are the "blood rebels"—rebellious descendants of the demon race who refuse sacrifices and resist enslavement, and are evidence of the old laws of the demon realm that have sentenced them to death.

Their names are burning, they are weeping, as if waiting for a moment to be awakened again.

Beneath the monument, the pitch-black demonic fire burns like a sleepless divine eye, day and night, not to illuminate, but to imprison and judge.

Chu Ning stepped into the area thirty feet in front of the monument.

The ground seemed to churn with thunder, and layers of demonic runes appeared, suddenly bursting forth with a chilling black light.

Within ten zhang (approximately 33 meters), lies the "Forbidden Zone of Living Souls" governed by the rules of the demon realm.

Resentment surged like a tidal wave crashing against the shore, and countless curses filled his soul sea, as if countless ghostly hands reached out from the monument to drag him into that boundless abyss.

"Ugh..." The overwhelming pressure of the soul forced his blood to surge, and countless chaotic illusions appeared around him, which once tried to invade Chu Ning's sea of ​​consciousness.

"Hmph!" he snorted softly, without moving a step or bending his back.

"Seale my soul? I'd like to see who you souls, whose names have been severed, are waiting for to avenge you?"

"Om-!"

The Five-Patterned Soul Lock suddenly appeared behind him, bursting with golden light, deep and resonant like a bell.

The Primordial Imprint bloomed from between his brows, like the rising sun, dispelling the lingering resentful spirits around him.

It was a light different from "suppression"; it was a comforting light, a guiding light, a whisper of one's own soul responding to the questions of all souls.

"—Fifth Soul Rune, Primordial Candle - Soul Suppressing and Spirit Calming!"

The light of the soul, like water, entwines around the monument.

It is not tearing the seal of the monument apart, but using the gentlest yet most resolute force to approach, inch by inch, the anger and cries that have never been faced.

The monument shook!

The entire Demon Tomb Stele trembled violently, as if the gods and demons buried deep underground were being awakened from their slumber.

The names on the monument began to glow with blood, and blurry souls struggled out from the inscriptions, some with severed limbs and heads, others with completely blind eyes; all were "souls of the dead" whose existence had been erased and whose will had been stripped away.

But just as they were about to go berserk, the power of the Soul Lock transformed into strands of ghostly gold, extending from Chu Ning's palm, binding the vengeful spirits back to the monument one by one, gently caressing their names, like whispers from beyond time:
"You have not been wrong."

The demonic fire beneath the monument surged instantly.

Black flames surged like a tide, coalescing into a twisted, gigantic maw that let out a hoarse roar like the howling of ten thousand demons, as if it wanted to devour Chu Ning's soul.

That wasn't anger towards him personally, but rather an instinctive reaction to the possibility that he brought about "shaking the laws of the universe."

Chu Ning stood still, his robes billowing wildly in the black flames, but with his soul locked within him, the fire could not penetrate him.

His gaze was calm as a mirror, yet a glint of lightning flickered within his eyes.

"What are you afraid of?" he asked slowly.

It was not addressed to the demonic fire, nor to the will of the guardian monument, but to the heavenly laws of the entire demon realm, the "bloodline order" that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

He slowly raised his palm and placed his left hand under the character "逆" (reverse) in the center of the ancient stele.

The Primordial Soul Seal trembled violently.

At that moment, Chu Ning's palm was like a lit thunderstone, pouring all his soul power down like candle fuel.

"The Crimson Flame is not the soul of those who perished on the monument! It is my brother, Chu Ning!"

Chu Ning spoke slowly and deliberately, his voice booming like thunder, reverberating through the nine layers of the Burning Flame Valley.

"Its path should not be severed by these rotten shackles!"

"Today, in the name of the Master of the First-Rank Pavilion—"

His left palm's Five Soul Wheel trembled violently, the Primordial Imprint surged to the top, and thunder and fire roared up, piercing straight into the sky.

"Whoever dares to hinder its ten transformations! I will retaliate with this soul lock—"

"Tear apart the inscription! Sever this shackle! Burn away the unjust laws of this demon realm!!!"

"Open it!!!"

"--boom!!!"

In an instant, a thunderous sound seemed to erupt from the heart of the monument, as if the deep rules of the entire demon realm were being torn apart.

The desolate stone tablet trembled violently, and rings of demonic fire patterns rose from its base, like the mournful cries of a thousand souls, coiling around the tablet from bottom to top, attempting to drag Chu Ning's soul sea into the abyss.

But Chu Ning did not back down. His five fingers, like claws, dug fiercely into the cracks in the core of the monument.

"—Snap!!!"

A crack as thin as a spider's web extended from his fingertip, and in the next instant, it surged like a raging tide.

On the monument, the names of the 973 “blood rebels” began to tremble, crack, and weep blood one by one.

A fiery aura of resentment rose into the air, intertwining to form a roaring phantom that threatened to devour Chu Ning's mind.

“You blame the heavens and the law, but you are wrong.” Chu Ning said coldly, his soul lock surging. “The real shackles are not the demonic laws, nor the demonic monument, but—your willing silence in submission.”

"And today, I will break this silence for you."

"Boom!"

As the monument trembled violently, a beam of blazing red light shot up from its base, piercing through the fire curtain at the valley entrance and burning a crack in the clouds above.

Immediately afterwards, at the core of the entanglement of black flames and resentment, a pitch-black bone token slowly emerged.

Its shape is like a blade, its color like black jade, and it is engraved with spiraling reverse characters. Blood light seeps into the characters, as if every stroke contains the deepest wails and unyielding spirit from the demon realm.

The "Decree of Rebellion" has appeared in the world!

Chu Ning's eyes flashed like lightning, and blood vessels appeared at the corners of his eyes.

He knew that this was not only the key to the Crimson Flame Tiger's survival, but also the core of whether he could rebuild freedom and shake the soul-locking order of the demon realm in this battle.

He stepped forward, his palms flipping, and the five patterns of the Soul Lock instantly opened. The entire Soul Chain wrapped around his arm like a blue dragon, resembling a heavenly lightning vine climbing against the current.

Come on!

He gritted his teeth and hissed, his left hand reaching into the dark demonic fire to grasp the bone token.

"--boom!!!"

In an instant, the crimson soul fire exploded, and a "primordial will" from the Heavenly Laws of the Demon Realm suddenly suppressed it.

This is not an attack, but a "punishment" rooted in blood and soul.

It is the way of Heaven itself that settles accounts with "things that should not have been born".

"Boom—!!"

Chu Ning's Five Soul Wheels trembled violently, and soul blood seeped from his fingertips, turning into a pale golden soul mist that surged wildly around him.

Even the Primordial Light Pattern on the Fifth Soul Rune was slightly distorted at this moment, almost collapsing.

A metallic taste rose in his throat, and he nearly spat out a mouthful of golden blood. His entire left arm felt as if it were being torn apart by lightning, fire, and vengeful spirits.

"Not enough... You're missing a belief." His inner voice churned.

This is not a battle of will against power, but a tearing apart between "fate" and "non-fate".

With his soul power exploding, Chu Ning suddenly let out a low roar, his five fingers tightening once more.

You want me to let go?

"dream!"

"I'm going to get my hands on this bone token!"

"You want to destroy my soul? Then try it!!"

Without moving an inch or losing focus, drops of his soul blood fell, only to be absorbed one by one by the reverse patterns on the bone token.

Under his influence, the Rebellious Bone Token slowly rotated, its reversed inscriptions blazing brightly, and it began to actively connect with Chu Ning's Soul Lock.

The next instant!
“Buzz——!!!”

The bone command shone brightly, and the entire core of the monument exploded like a thunderclap.

A stream of resentment shot into the sky, instantly transforming into countless chains of fire patterns that then abruptly disintegrated.

One-third of the monument's surface shattered with a crash.

Endless demonic fire flowed into Chu Ning's palm, and the bone token clung to his soul chain as if it had a life of its own.

At this moment, Chu Ning stood solemnly before the monument, his robes torn and his left arm stained with blood and soul patterns.

He slowly raised his head and looked towards the distant border between the demonic flames and the silent snow.

whispered:
"Crimson Flame—your turn."

He turned, holding the forbidden decree that seemed to be burning, and walked back to the Crimson Flame Tiger step by step. With each step, the scorched earth beneath his feet was cracked like a mosquito net by the invisible pressure, just like an old world beginning to crumble.

"Ten transformations, the soul and posthumous title follow."

The Crimson Flame Tiger's massive body vibrated violently and frequently due to excitement and pain, its fluorescent golden pupils fixed on the rebellious spirit emanating from Liang, which made its blood boil and instilled instinctive fear in it.

Chu Ning stepped to its forehead, his eyes deep and sorrowful, his voice clear and firm:
"Burning flames lie ahead, burning you, but also the gate to new life. Be prepared!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of light appeared in his palm, and the jet-black Rebellious Bone Token transformed into a stream of light burning with dark red blood flames, precisely imprinting itself on the center of the Crimson Flame Tiger's brow.

"Aaaaaah!!!!"

The indescribable, excruciating pain, as if the soul were being torn apart and then reshaped, caused the Crimson Flame Tiger to let out a deafening, agonizing roar! The entire Burning Flame Valley trembled violently from its outburst.

Its massive body writhed wildly, its scales cracked, and dark golden blood gushed out like lava.

The Rebellious Bone Command was deeply embedded between his brows, and the dark red runes spread out like living things, instantly covering his entire body.

A terrifying power originating from the deepest part of the blood and internal organs, which had been forcibly suppressed for countless years, erupted like a dormant volcano under the stimulation of the Rebellious Bone Decree.

At the same time, the wrathful will of the demon god's frozen ocean transformed into invisible shackles and soul-scorching flames, descending from the void to attack from within and without, aiming to completely destroy this rebel.

The Crimson Tiger's body twisted, swelled, and shrank amidst the flames and blood. Scales fell off, and bones reassembled with a low, crackling sound.

Its form flashed wildly between a tiger and a human, each transformation accompanied by excruciating pain that tore at the soul.

Chu Ning stood to the side, his Soul Lock fully activated, the Primordial Mark projecting a clear light that enveloped the Crimson Flame Tiger's core demon soul, protecting it from the most deadly soul attack.

He was like a lighthouse, guiding the raging Crimson Tiger through the storm of destruction.

"Tear it apart! Come out! Your power is far more than this!" Chu Ning's low joy was like a soul-soothing voice, tearing apart the limit of its spiritual scale.

I don't know how much time passed; it seemed like a moment, yet also like ten thousand years.

At the center of that devastating energy storm, a majestic and powerful tiger's roar, brimming with new life force, suddenly erupted.

"call--!!!"

The sound echoed throughout the valley, causing the flames to swirl back, as if all the fairies were gazing in self-affirmation at the new emperor who was rising from the ashes of his soul.

The storm has stopped.

Where the firelight faded, a new form, its body rebuilt, its flesh and bones transformed, and its demonic light clear and pure, stood floating.

The flames subsided, and the storm calmed down.

Amidst the raging flames, a brand new figure slowly rose to his feet.

He was a man with a physique so imposing that he was almost superhuman. He was nearly ten feet tall, with a frame as if made of cast iron, and every inch of his muscle contained a violent, almost explosive power.

(End of this chapter)