Devouring demons, I attain immortality.

The sound of the chains taut was like the mournful cry of ten thousand dragons.

Lin An stared at the prisoners who looked exactly like him. Bronze gears spun in their empty eye sockets, dark red rust seeping from between their teeth.

The replica in the front row suddenly grinned, its mouth tearing open to its ears, revealing bronze fangs with seventy-two enchantments embedded inside.

"System, analyze and construct!"

Lin An flicked a drop of essence blood with his finger, and the blood bead transformed into three thousand fine Dao patterns in the air.

When the Dao patterns touched the nearest replica, the chains suddenly erupted with blinding chaotic lightning.

The array diagram that appeared amidst the lightning caused his pupils to shrink sharply. It was an improved version of the Nine Dragons Locking the Sky Array, and the bronze cauldron floating at the array's core was exactly the same as the instrument of torture used to rip out his rebellious scales back then!

Suddenly, the clones chanted an ancient incantation in unison, and the rusty chains snapped one by one.

Within their shattered chests, the phantom image of a bronze tree lit up, and the fruit hanging from its branches was a miniature version of the landscape painting.

When the three thousand replicas unfurled the scroll simultaneously, the spiritual energy of the entire Cangwu Realm was sucked into a vacuum.

"Drawing a circle around oneself and imprisoning oneself?"

Lin An shattered the swirling spatial folds, the trajectory of his Demon-Slaying Blade leaving scorching grooves in the void.

The moment the blade struck the neck of one of the replicas, the Devouring Wheel suddenly trembled violently, and what gushed out of that body was not blood, but a viscous bronze liquid!

The liquid condensed in the air into ancient bronze script, each character eroding the Daoist aura surrounding Lin An.

Suddenly, dragon scales grew back on his left arm, the sharp edges of the scales piercing his skin and oozing golden blood with a chaotic aura.

"I see!"

Lin An let the blood drip down, forming a mysterious star map beneath his feet.

"Use my blood to nourish the defiled earth, and then use that earth to create human puppets—Faceless One, you are far wiser than those priests of yesteryear."

The last word transformed into a tangible sound wave, shattering the three hundred replicas on the east side.

In the brief moment between the reshaping of his body by the impure earth, Lin An suddenly reached into his chest cavity and pulled out three ribs wrapped in primordial purple energy.

With a crisp cracking sound of bones colliding, a bronze furnace engraved with reverse scale patterns crashed to the ground.

"Refine!"

The chaotic fire gushing from the furnace enveloped the bronze liquid filling the sky. As the liquid burned, it revealed distorted fragments of memory. The Nine Nether Demon Lord knelt before the bronze throne, and the faceless one on the throne pressed the palm of the dragon blood embryo that had escaped from Medicine King Valley!

The furnace suddenly exploded. The flying bronze fragments transformed into a rain of arrows, driving the reassembled replica deep into the earth's veins.

Lin An wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his divine sense suddenly locked onto a desolate mountain a thousand miles away. There, a writhing mass of flesh was devouring the remains of the Dragon Suppression Pillar. The scales on the surface of the flesh were the unique bronze spots of the Medicine King Valley embryo!

"Found you!"

He tore through space and descended upon the desolate mountain, his five fingers forming claws as he clawed at the mass of flesh and blood.

The moment he touched it, his expression changed slightly. The object in his palm suddenly collapsed into a black hole, unleashing a suction force that surpassed even the peak of a human immortal.

From the depths of the black hole came the sound of gears meshing, and seventy-two bronze spears pierced through the air.

Each spearhead was embedded with a piece of writhing flesh, which upon closer inspection turned out to be the remnant soul of Lin An's reincarnations throughout the ages!

The moment the inscription on the spearhead lit up, the Devouring Wheel in his sea of ​​consciousness experienced its first stagnation.

"System overload warning... Host-native attack detected... Initiating Nirvana Protocol..."

Before the mechanical prompt had even finished, Lin An suddenly disintegrated his physical body.

Amidst a rain of blood, a fragment of the Reverse Scale pierced through the black hole, precisely embedding itself into a bronze compass hidden within the void.

The two characters "Xuanji" on the plate shattered, revealing a pulsating scarlet tumor inside. On the surface of that tumor, the terrified face of the Supreme Elder before he was devoured appeared!

"Use forbidden techniques against me?"

When Lin An reassembled his body, his right eye had transformed into a bronze gear.

"Didn't Xiao Wuyai tell you that the Heavenly Sword Sect's Dragon Devouring Secret Technique was originally created by my thirty-seventh incarnation?"

The tumor suddenly burst open, and the sprayed blood mist condensed into a sword array in the air.

Lin An neither dodged nor evaded, letting the sword energy pierce through his body, yet bronze roots burst forth from each wound.

As the roots entangled the core of the sword formation, he heard the muffled groan of the Nine Nether Demon Lord. Deep within the sword intent lay a subtle, imperceptible demonic thought!

"Got you!"

Lin An followed the demonic thoughts and traced the void. In the crack created by the Demon-Slaying Blade, the true form of the Nine Nether Demon Lord was melting half of the Azure Dragon's tailbone.

Sensing the impending danger, the Demon Lord's vertical eye on his forehead suddenly opened, and on the rotating bronze tree crown in his pupil hung three hundred beating hearts, each one a former close friend and relative of Lin An!

The blade hovered three inches between the Demon Lord's eyebrows.

Lin An stared at the swirling marks of reincarnation on the surface of those hearts, a chilling smile suddenly spreading across his face: "So you kept these to forge a Heart-Slaying Sword Formation?"

Before the Demon Lord could answer, his vertical eye was suddenly pierced by bronze roots.

Those roots came from the tailbone of the Azure Dragon in his hand, and the chaotic dragon breath had been planted deep within the joints at some unknown time!

Amidst the shockwave of the exploding coccyx, Lin An made a hand seal with one hand, refining half of the Demon Lord's demonic body into a bronze key. The key's teeth perfectly matched the seal of the Eye of Return to Nothingness.

"It's time to close the net!"

He crushed the key, and the Eye of the Ruins emitted a crisp sound like shattering glass.

As the first wisp of chaotic energy seeped out, the Devouring Wheel suddenly emitted a cold, mechanical voice: "Fragment of Primordial Origin detected... It is recommended that the host advance to the Earth Immortal Realm before..."

The warning was forcibly cut off by Lin An.

The moment he leaped into the rift, the sound of chains snapping echoed from the three thousand worlds behind him—the causal restrictions set up by successive reincarnations had all transformed into the flames of rebirth.

The chaotic sea surged beneath his feet, and dazzling sparks flew when Lin An's dragon scales came into contact with the bronze seawater.

Every drop of seawater is a frozen fragment of time and space, reflecting the silhouette of his three hundred reincarnations.

As the seventh phantom of the past life was swallowed by the waves, bronze steps suddenly appeared on the sea surface, and at the end of the steps stood a giant gate engraved with reverse scale patterns.

The mist seeping from the crack in the door condensed into the image of a woman in green. The bronze hairpin tucked into her temple made Lin An's pupils shrink—it was the token of love that his second-life Daoist partner had broken before his death!

"Causal mirror image?"

Lin An shattered the illusory image with a flick of his fingers, but the hairpin transformed into a stream of light and pierced his brow.

The Devouring Wheel in the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly stopped, and the mechanical voice became intermittent: "Reincarnation Anchor Point Detected... Activating the Hongmeng Protocol Chapter..."

The warning was drowned out by the roar of the giant gate opening.

Inside the gate was a giant bronze city hanging upside down. Countless cultivators, bound in chains, knelt on both sides of the street. Bronze nails were driven into the tops of their heads, and jade plaques hanging from the ends of the nails were engraved with the words "Feeding the Dragon".

When Lin An shattered the first jade tablet, the entire city suddenly came to life and began to rebuild.

"The Dragon Guard pays respects to Your Majesty!"

Amidst the deafening roar, 100,000 cultivators simultaneously looked up.

Bronze gears spun in their empty eye sockets, and what beat in their chests were not hearts, but miniature versions of dragon-suppressing pillars.

The cultivators at the very front suddenly exploded into a bloody mist, their flesh and blood forming a blood-red edict in the air—the very "Dragon Devouring Law" promulgated by the Bronze Ancient Clan back then!

Lin An sneered as he gripped the imperial edict tightly. Black blood seeped from the pages, congealing into the outline of a faceless being: "You think that by creating these puppets you can..."

The words came to an abrupt halt.