Cultivation begins in Qingfeng Market.

He emerged from behind the demon horde. With each step, his body swelled a size larger. When he reached the center of the defensive line,

He had transformed into a hundred-zhang-tall beast-like demon—a wolf's head, a bear's body, eagle's claws, and a snake's tail, his entire body covered in dark gold scales, each scale adorned with a distorted beast face that emitted fine hissing. Three pairs of bony wings sprouted from his back, which, when spread, obscured half the sky. His wolf head had eight eyes of different colors, distributed around its perimeter.

Luo Wen stood on the city wall, with the Luo Emperor Cauldron hanging above his head. The cauldron slowly rotated, and azure-gold light poured down from its mouth, falling on him and condensing into a golden phantom.

The phantom was countless times larger than him. The golden figure held a shield in one hand and a hammer in the other, standing below the Luo Huang Cauldron like a god descending from the sky.

The Golden Body of the Emperor Luo.

He leaped off the city wall and faced the Holy Son of All Souls head-on.

The hundred-foot-tall demonic body collided with the golden giant. The shockwave exploded from the point of impact, creating countless cracks in the city wall, and rubble rained down like rain.

The blast wave knocked over many of the defenders on the city wall; some clung tightly to the wall to avoid being blown away. A crack appeared in the ground, extending from the point of impact all the way to the foot of the city wall.

The Holy Son of All Spirits slammed down with his claw. His five fingers were like five large swords. Luo Wen raised his shield to block, and five cracks were torn in the shield, but the cracks healed in the next instant.

The power of the Luo Huang Ding flowed continuously into the golden body, and the cracks on the shield surface were smoothed out as if by an invisible hand.

Luo Wen retaliated, smashing his hammer into the demon's chest. The scales shattered, and a large hole was blasted open in the flesh inside, which then began to heal.

The regenerative ability of the Myriad Beasts Demon Body is equally astonishing; its shattered scales grow back, and its ruptured flesh heals itself, like water flowing back into the pit.

After the Holy Son of Ten Thousand Spirits adapted to the methods of the Golden Body of the Emperor Luo, he began to suppress Luo Wen.

His foundation was far superior to Luo Wen's. The speed, strength, and defense of the Holy Son of Ten Thousand Spirits were much stronger, and each claw left several deep scratches on the golden body.

Luo Wen could only rely on the power of the Luo Huang Cauldron to hold on. With each rotation of the cauldron, the cyan-gold light became brighter, and the scars on his golden body faded a little.

This turned into a protracted battle. Although the Myriad Beasts Demon Body was powerful, it was far from enough to outlast a fourth-tier magic weapon.

Upon seeing this, the Holy Son of All Spirits flipped his hand and produced a black tortoise shell, its surface covered with densely packed runes. As soon as the tortoise shell appeared, everyone on the battlefield sensed an ancient aura.

A damaged fourth-tier magic weapon. Although the Myriad Beasts Demon Body is powerful, it is far from enough to outlast a fourth-tier magic weapon in a battle of attrition.

The tortoise shell expanded, transforming into a black shield hundreds of feet tall. The runes on the shield's surface lit up, absorbing the surrounding light and creating a visible dark area.

Luo Wen's golden body instantly began to dim.

Luo Wen gritted his teeth and activated the Luo Emperor Cauldron once more. The cauldron trembled, and azure-gold light surged forth from its mouth like a tidal wave.

Wherever the light passed, the dark areas were swallowed up, and the golden body's color brightened again.

The Holy Son of Ten Thousand Spirits snorted coldly.

The demon's eight eyes opened simultaneously. Each eye emitted a beam of light of a different color—the eight beams converged into a massive pillar of light, which blasted towards the Luo Huang Cauldron.

The Luo Huangding trembled. The azure-gold light collided with the seven-colored pillar of light, the two forces clashing at the boundary before exploding with a deafening roar. The shockwave spread in all directions, tearing away several meters of soil to reveal the underlying rock.

Luo Wen stood beneath the Luo Huang Cauldron, his face somewhat pale. A fourth-tier magic weapon wasn't something he could use at will; even using only some basic abilities drained a significant portion of his power with each activation.

The Holy Son of All Spirits once again manipulated the tortoise shell to crash down. The hundred-foot-tall black shield, carrying immense force, was like a mountain peak. The shield's surface created a series of sonic booms as it passed through the air.

The golden statue of Emperor Luo raised its shield to take the hit head-on. With a loud boom, a crack appeared on the golden shield, extending from the center to the edge before shattering instantly, but the tortoise shell was also bounced back.

The Holy Son of All Spirits caught the tortoise shell that bounced back, but his right hand was also torn apart by the immense force, exploding in a cloud of blood and exposing the bone.

However, in his Beast Demon form, the wound healed instantly, and the shattered flesh grew back as if nothing had happened.

He raised his head and looked at Luo Huangding.

Then he raised his right hand and made a grasping motion towards the demon army behind him.

Hundreds of thousands of demons screamed simultaneously. Their bodies withered, blood seeped from their skin, and countless blood vessels rose from the ground, converging in the palm of the Holy Son of Ten Thousand Spirits, condensing into a fist-sized ball of crimson light. The energy fluctuations emanating from that ball of light suffocated everyone.

The Holy Son of All Spirits hurled the crimson ball of light at the Luo Huang Ding.

As the ball of light flew, it transformed into an eight-clawed blood beast, which pounced and completely enveloped the Luo Huang Cauldron.

The cauldron trembled violently, its azure-gold light suppressed by the crimson color, flickering on and off.

Luo Wen felt the connection between himself and Luo Huangding being severed. The golden body began to slowly dissipate, revealing his original form.

A smile appeared on the wolf-headed face of the Holy Son of All Spirits.

Luo Wen was not a Nascent Soul True Monarch after all, and could not truly control a fourth-tier magic weapon. Forcibly activating it was already his limit; once the connection between the magic weapon and the user was severed, he would be a lamb to the slaughter.

Luo Wen suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood landed on the Luo Huang Cauldron, and the sun, moon, and star patterns on the cauldron's surface lit up simultaneously, as if ignited by something.

A faint golden mist emanated from the mouth of the cauldron, which was the essence of primordial energy accumulated over thousands of years.

The cauldron suddenly sucked in the eight-clawed blood beast, swallowing it whole. The blood beast was instantly refined inside the cauldron, emitting a piercing scream.

Finally, a spear emerged from the cauldron's mouth. It was a hundred feet long, entirely composed of crimson energy, with golden lightning crackling around its blade. The destructive aura emanating from the spear caused all the eyes of the Holy Son of Ten Thousand Spirits to shrink simultaneously.

He raised the tortoise shell, trying to block it.

The blood spear transformed into a streak of blood-red light and shot forward at an even faster speed.

The Holy Son of All Spirits had no time to dodge; the blood-red light pierced through his chest and emerged from his back.

A huge wound exploded on the chest of the hundred-foot-tall demon body, its dark golden scales were blown off, its twisted beast face was shattered, and black demon blood poured onto the battlefield like rain.

The demonic body of the myriad beasts began to twist, crack, and dissipate. The wolf's seven eyes closed simultaneously, like lamps going out one by one. Its bone wings snapped off at the base, and its hundred-foot-tall body crashed to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust.

But the Holy Son of All Spirits did not die. The Myriad Beasts Demon Body inherently possessed the characteristic of immortality, and the edges of the wound began to writhe, attempting to heal it.

However, the Luo Huang Cauldron was, after all, a fourth-tier magic weapon, and the suppression of its tier greatly reduced his recovery ability. The wound healed at a pitifully slow pace; the granulation tissue that had just sprouted was obliterated by the remaining energy.

The Holy Son of All Spirits finally shed his demonic form and returned to human shape. His face was pale, and there was a fist-sized hole in his chest, from which blood was still gushing.

Several disciples from the Myriad Beasts Spirit Venerable Mansion rushed up and led him deeper into the demon horde. He didn't speak, but stared intently at the fourth-tier magic treasure, the Luo Huang Cauldron, and Luo Wen on the city wall.