Lack of talent? I'll buy a year's worth of cultivation for one dollar!

It was a disguise that the boy made by forcibly controlling his body in order to deceive others!

"this……"

Elder Mo Yuan was stunned.

He has lived through countless eras and witnessed countless peerless geniuses.

But he had never seen anyone who could perfectly assimilate demonic energy the moment they came into contact with it, without any adaptation process.

What does this tell us?

This shows that the boy's physique is superior to this bone-corroding demonic energy!

This shows that his compatibility with the demonic path has reached an unbelievable extreme!

"Less than a breath..."

"No, it's instant assimilation!"

Elder Mo Yuan's breathing became rapid.

His chest heaved violently.

He looked at the half-dragon boy in the water mirror, whose expression was restrained and who followed Qinglin step by step.

I was completely dumbfounded.

In his eyes, the three-second-long azure scales were already an unparalleled gem.

That boy who could be instantly assimilated and even had to rely on acting skills to cover up his overwhelming strength.

What does it count for?

A monster?

Deep within the Hall of Transmission of Merit.

In a dark, secret room.

Elder Mo Yuan sat cross-legged on a withered wooden futon, his turbid eyes fixed on the water mirror in mid-air.

This young man is undoubtedly the best choice at present.

The only regret is that his cultivation level is too low. Even if he receives the empowerment of his own cultivation, he may not be able to break through to the Hongmeng Realm.

As for myself, my lifespan is running out.

This is his last and only chance to choose a successor.

He must be extremely cautious and consider whether there are other options with deeper foundations and a more stable overall approach.

In the water mirror, the image is divided into several areas.

Mo Yuan's gaze first fell on a young man wearing dark gold armor.

An ancient remnant, the Dark Gold Suanni clan.

Jin Li.

Cultivation level: Early stage of the Origin Realm.

With this level of cultivation, among the younger generation of the Myriad Spirits Demon Abyss, he would definitely be considered an outstanding pure-blooded prodigy.

But at the moment.

Under the relentless corrosive power of the Bone-Eating Demon Array, this pure-blooded prodigy struggled to move forward.

The arrogance on his face had long since vanished.

Instead, there was a grotesque expression twisted from extreme pain.

The dark gold armor was corroded by demonic energy, leaving large patches of mottled marks, and one could even see pale gold blood with a hint of black seeping out from underneath.

He was struggling in pain.

Relying on the profound foundation of the Boundary Origin Realm, they forcefully resisted.

Mo Yuan watched this scene and calmly shook his head.

"The underlying elements are decent, but the fit is terrible."

He looked back.

My gaze shifted to two other figures at the edge of the water mirror.

Green scales.

Su Yu.

Two people of mixed blood, of low social status.

But they had already strolled leisurely to the exit of the magic circle.

Mo Yuan took a deep breath.

Even though he had lived through countless eras and witnessed countless changes, he couldn't help but feel a ripple in his heart at this moment.

The gap in talent can sometimes be more disheartening than the chasm between different levels of skill.

"Forget it, rather than choosing a piece of rotten wood, I'd rather gamble on a piece of unpolished jade."

"His cultivation level is low... At worst, I'll risk this crippled body to set up a seal and let him refine it slowly in stages."

Mo Yuan was mentally calculating.

"Moreover, in a cruel place like the Abyss of Ten Thousand Spirits, it is hellish for mixed-bloods to survive."

"There are no resources, and no elders to protect us."

"If they weren't exceptionally gifted, how could they have survived the cutthroat competition among purebloods, and even cultivated to the Cave Heaven Realm and the Evolution Heaven Realm? Their true potential might not be as weak as their apparent cultivation level suggests!"

He was very satisfied with both pieces of uncut jade.

but.

A dark, cold light flashed in Mo Yuan's eyes.

Light can withstand demonic energy, but that's far from enough.

What he was looking for was not a puppet that could only cultivate.

He wanted revenge.

That person is a giant in the Primordial Chaos Realm.

To exact revenge on that being, his successor must possess the combat power to crush enemies of the same or even higher ranks.

Fighting spirit.

Combat talent.

If in actual combat one is merely a showy facade that crumbles at the slightest touch, then even the greatest magical talent is nothing but empty talk.

"Let me see if your ruthless methods are worthy of this talent."

……

Outside the Hall of Transmission of Merit.

On the vast obsidian plaza.

The cultivators who passed the magic array test gradually gathered together.

The original massive force of tens of thousands of people has now dwindled to just over three hundred.

The attrition rate is outrageously high.

Jin Li finally emerged from the demonic array.

He knelt on one knee, panting heavily.

His dark golden vertical pupils were filled with lingering fear of surviving a disaster, as well as a hint of barely concealed anger.

That was so embarrassing.

He, a pure-blooded cultivator at the early stage of the Origin Realm, was nearly driven to the brink of spiritual collapse by this mere first hurdle.

He raised his head.

His gaze swept across the square.

When he saw Qinglin and Su Yu not far away, completely unharmed and breathing steadily.

Jin Li's face instantly turned extremely gloomy.

Mere mixed blood!

Why is it easier for you than him?

Unless... they possess some kind of powerful treasure that can resist demonic energy!

Jin Li's eyes swirled with murderous intent and greed, but he managed to suppress the urge to get up and lash out.

This is the Transmission Hall of the Primordial Demon Sect; no disrespect is permitted.

When it comes to actual combat, he will have plenty of opportunities to rightfully crush those two bastards and seize the secret.

Just then.

hum.

Without warning, a tiny ripple spread across the dimensional barrier of the sky.

There were no earth-shattering explosions.

There was no roar that shook the soul.

but.

In that very instant.

Everyone in the square held their breath.

A terrifying pressure originating from the fundamental logic of the universe, like a tangible mountain range, silently pressed down on everyone's heart.

The territory of the town.

peak.

The void cracked open.

A tall, slender figure stepped out smoothly from the dark dimensional rift.

A black dress.

Her face was covered with a black veil.

Cold and aloof, dignified.

Like a god looking down upon the mortal world.

Saintess.

Sanskrit chant.

She arrived.

On the plaza, all the demons and demonic cultivators lowered their heads the moment they saw the figure clearly.

Silent as a cicada in winter.

They don't even have the courage to look directly at it.

In the Demonic Sect, the Holy Maiden is the faith and the pinnacle of the younger generation.

What is she doing here?

A chill of unease and uncertainty rose in everyone's hearts.

Fan Yin ignored the gazes of the crowd.

She stood in mid-air.

His cool, clear eyes gazed into the depths of the Hall of Transmission.

"Elder Mo Yuan."

The sound of the chanting was completely flat.

"Brahma's voice, I come seeking a wisp of the primordial Dao."

Inside the Chuan Gong Hall.

A brief silence fell.

Mo Yuan sat on the futon, his brows furrowed tightly.

His original rule was not to select members of the same sect, but only from the lowest-level independent cultivators.

Because he didn't want his legacy to be involved in the power struggles among the sect's higher-ups.

but.

The master behind the Holy Maiden is a Supreme Elder of the Primordial Demon Sect.

The existence of the Other Shore!

That's a huge amount of face-saving.

Even though Mo Yuan was at the peak of the Hongmeng Realm, even though he was about to die, he still had to give him face, even if it meant holding his nose.