Chapter 48: Refining the Indestructible Devil Qi

  The second layer of the underworld, bleak winds and cold rains, gloomy clouds, depicting a scene of a massive escape on doomsday.

  A sigh, a mysterious figure standing in the void, its robes becoming increasingly clear and having a distinct texture, as if it was born directly from nothingness, is no longer just a projection of time and space.

  With every sigh, his gaze shines, and with a light wave of his arm, large numbers of cultivators die. After these people die, their life essence does not disperse for a moment, and the mysterious figure in mid-air takes it all in with one breath.

  This scene is extremely ominous and terrifying, making one's heart tremble with fear.

  Whether it was Wang Qian or Yun Shan, neither of them could take care of anything else, and they also drifted away with the crowd.

  The first layer of the underworld, also shrouded in dark clouds and magical lights, was filled with countless vengeful spirits rioting. When Wang Qian and his two companions arrived, they saw a scene of intense fighting everywhere, with flames reaching the sky.

  Those who escaped from the depths of the underworld were all top-notch cultivators, with a strong desire to survive. The treasure was howling, the sword light was shuttling back and forth, and various powerful divine techniques were rampant, countless Yin-yang creatures were directly beaten into pulp.

  All the way walking, all the way killing, every inch stained with blood.

  One after another, soul spirits' powers, shuttling back and forth in the void, searching, calling out to friends, what a lively scene.

  Wang Qian, Yun Shan, and Yun Huanhuan, the three of them rotated their magical powers, moving at high speed. In less than a moment, they discovered Zhou Qing's whereabouts.

  After everyone saw each other, they hastily greeted and continued their escape.

  A ruined ancient castle, a group of people at the Qingyun Gate finally let out a long sigh of relief, no longer overly tense.

  "Master, what's wrong with you?"

  Zhou Qing's face was anxious, looking at Yun Shan's empty right arm, and he couldn't imagine that his master, who was extremely mysterious and powerful in his heart, had actually lost an arm, and his face was pale, his magic was scattered, and he looked like he was seriously injured.

  "Yes, Father, you're so powerful, even I don't know what level you've reached, yet you still lost an arm? What happened?"

  Yunlu cried and wailed, her two eyes were red and swollen. Her feelings for Yunshan were very deep, from childhood he had taken care of her growing up, it was simply a hundred times obedient, spoiled to the point of no return. The father who used to be spirited and calm had become like this now, she felt deeply heartbroken and painful in her heart.

  "Alas, what's the use of my little cultivation? This time was truly perilous, I almost died directly!"

  The misty mountains recall the scene of the past, and it is also a chill.

  Zhou Qing and the others were even more shocked, they only saw that in the first layer of the underworld, countless powerful and terrifying cultivators suddenly appeared, killing and slaughtering everything in their path. All the yin spirits that blocked their way were annihilated, the cold and urgent atmosphere was really unbearable to recall.

  Finally, when they found out that in the second layer of Diyu, a legendary figure appeared, just a projection, and didn't know how many profound cultivators were killed, they were even more fearful in their hearts.

  "It's okay, it's okay, we took a step back just in time. If we had really fallen into the second layer and been noticed by that mysterious figure, we would have been dead for sure, absolutely dead!"

  Huang Zheng's face turned pale and he muttered to himself on one side.

  "Cloud Master Uncle, have you seen my master? He seems to have also entered the depths of the underworld."

  "Yes, Master Uncle, my master is also like that!"

  Wang Dao and Li Meng also became anxious, they suddenly remembered that their master had also entered the depths of the underworld, and hadn't seen him earlier, still unsure of his fate.

  The clouds and mountains furrowed their brows, then slowly unfolded.

  "Are Taixu and Xuewei Elders okay? I did see them both, but later on, a huge change occurred deep in the underworld. That mysterious shadow directly pierced through the endless space-time, breaking through the underworld from an even deeper place. The deep underworld was filled with landslides and earthquakes, with demonic lights everywhere, and everyone was scattered all over the place. I don't know what happened to those two later on either, but you guys don't have to worry. Taixu and Xuewei Elders are highly accomplished, if they weren't extremely unlucky, they should be able to escape. Let's hurry back to our sect, everything will become clear then."

  Yun Shan's words made a lot of sense. In the face of such a terrifying disaster, even if they were close brothers, it was unlikely that they could take care of each other, let alone fellow disciples. Moreover, everything had happened too suddenly, and the difference in strength was too great. Whether two people or twenty people gathered together, there wasn't much difference. Once they encountered that mysterious figure, they would definitely be killed instantly, with no second outcome. It was better to scatter and escape separately.

  Wang Qian no longer had the experience to care about their communication, because that undying realm's demonic energy was once again bursting out.

  Boom!

  A burst of blue aura suddenly erupted from Wang Qian's body, his blue robes instantly shattered, and he was completely enveloped in a halo of blue light.

  Inky black demonic light swirled around him non-stop, and many spider silk-like demonic auras burst out from his dantian, attempting to invade his sea of consciousness.

  "Hmph, just a mere wisp of demonic energy, and you think it can erode me?"

  He was furious in his heart and no longer held back.

  Buzz! Buzz!

  The azure light surged, his crimson upper body was completely shrouded in the azure glow. His soul's primordial form burst forth from the sea of consciousness and hovered above his head in mid-air. This primordial form resembled Wang Qian's face, it was his appearance from a past life. The primordial form was entirely deep azure, like an ancient azure glass god. Powerful soul fluctuations emanated from it, causing the surrounding air to tremble violently, with turbulent airflow and faint azure lightning flashing about.

  This primordial infant has the greatest magical powers, his mouth constantly reciting ancient scriptures, humming with a loud noise, and then a vast and desolate sea of suffering appears, the profound way of the sea of suffering is performed by him to the extreme.

  The primordial fetus's hand formed a divine seal, and with one grasp, it pulled out from the cyan-colored halo a strand of black demonic energy, beginning to refine it.

  The people around were shocked at once, looking at the primordial fetus on Wang Qian's head, with an incredulous expression on their faces.

  "Good, good, Wang Qian is indeed a genius, he has already cultivated the Primordial Body, his soul has solidified into substance, and his realm has surpassed the Foundation Building stage, achieving the Primordial Body. Such an extraordinary phenomenon, in the cultivation world, it's probably one in billions."

  Yun Shan's eyes lit up, his cultivation spirit was keen, and he quickly grasped the subtlety of it all, loudly praising it.

  Zhou Qing and Wang Dao, originally thought they had broken through to the foundation-building boundary. Even if Wang Qian was a freak, it wouldn't be much different. But unexpectedly, he had already achieved the yuan fetus, able to manifest his soul in the void, which is another level of realm.

  They exchanged a glance, and both saw the shock in each other's eyes.

  The bitter sea surged, the divine fire refined, and the soul analyzed. Wang Qian's methods were all turned on without reservation. He extracted a thread of immortal realm magic, then carefully analyzed its structure and meaning. At first, the magic was very stubborn, indestructible, shocking him, but it was also because of this that his understanding of the Bitter Sea Dao advanced even faster.

  Dissolution, submergence, crossing, transcendence, all sorts of meanings swirling in his mind. The scriptures of the second turning of the Dharma wheel flowed through his mind word by word, and he was like a sponge, constantly absorbing the profound meaning of the scriptures, understanding the "Tao" hidden in the sea of suffering.

  Moreover, as he continued to refine the strands of demonic energy, a vague sense of enlightenment rose in his heart, giving him an impression of the legendary realm of immortality. Although he couldn't immediately break through to immortality, suddenly, under the blessing of divine inspiration, he thought that if he arranged his divine power according to the general organizational structure of this strand of demonic energy, it might also make some progress.

  As soon as he thought about it, the blue divine power was like a babbling brook, constantly flowing and changing. The rhythm of the bitter sea was imprinted on it, and gradually, an immortal aura appeared, even if it was just a tiny bit, it was enough to make Wang Qian's divine power undergo a huge change.

  Ten thousand symbols flowed and transformed, his divine power structure began to change, imitating the structure of that strand of demonic energy as much as possible, and suddenly a drastic change occurred.

  A large amount of divine power was transformed, and his divine power actually began to shrink, becoming more condensed, tenacious, and powerful.

  The power of the second turn of Dharma Wheel was originally cultivated to the state of Great Perfection, but it decreased by nearly half in just a few breaths and regressed to the later stage of the second turn.

  Although the amount of divine power has decreased, its quality has increased several times.

  Divine power transformed, the speed of refining demonic energy became extremely fast. In an instant, a thread of demonic energy was extracted by Wang Qian. Then, the primordial fetus rotated its divine technique, and the divine power performed dissolution, working together in harmony, with a speed like flying.

  The last wisp of demonic energy was refined, and Wang Qian's heart was overjoyed. This undying realm's demonic energy, although only a small strand, contained vast amounts of energy and life essence. The gains from this were enormous, and his originally declining realm immediately recovered to the second turn of the Great Perfection, and began to assault the barrier of the next realm.

  "This time I've gained a lot, not only have I reached a higher level on the path of bitter sea, but my cultivation will probably break through again."

  He felt joyful in his heart, the primordial spirit wrapped in a halo of blue clouds on top of his head, slipped back into the sea of consciousness, and the blue glow that enveloped his body gradually dissipated, his figure became clear.

  A cyan robe was worn on his body, cool and refreshing. This was woven by himself with his own divine power, extremely tough, comparable to a defensive law robe.