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Long Chen sat cross-legged in the middle of the Dragon Transformation Pond as he recited the Dao Arts of Desolation in his mind. His eyes flashed back and forth as to how to draw the runes, and what kind of runes to draw.

"Do you understand?" Sharp scale asked in curiosity.

"I only know a small portion of these runes." Long Chen replied.

These are the most ancient characters of the demon race. Currently, not many demon race know these characters and have been assimilated by the human race, only a few races are still using the demon language, so you can ask me what you don't understand. I know, I know, I know, there is nothing I don't know, a small portion of those you know should ask me, I have waited for a long time and begged you, I beg you, please teach me. Sharp Scaled Beast laughed as he spoke.

"I'll trade it for the Primal Chaos Saliva." Long Chen promised.

"Ten thousand!"

"A hundred!"

"No one haggled like that? "Nine thousand!"

"Two hundred!"

"Eight thousand!"

"…"

"One Thousand Yuan!"

"Deal!" Long Chen slapped the table and was stunned. Then, he felt as if he was being toyed with, and was just about to say something when Long Chen said, "If you want to teach me, then teach me. If you don't teach me, then I have a way to understand.

The corner of Sharp Scales' mouth twitched, "You're so cold, really." After holding back for a long time, he finally managed to say something.

A large amount of information once again gushed into Long Chen's mind. It was all about the explanation of the demon race's ancient writings. The explanation was very detailed, and he immediately understood it after just one look.

Every nine runes of the path of ascension condensed into a certain part of the body, so it could be divided into nine levels. Each level could be divided into nine stages, and each of the ninety-nine eighty-one steps would result in nine to one, eighty-one runes, and nine runes.

To condense the first rune, one needed to draw nine runes on the head, hands, feet, chest, and spine. Finally, when the nine runes were linked together, one's entire body would be invulnerable; it was comparable to a divine beast.

"Why did you refine the bones first and not the flesh?" Long Chen didn't understand.

"Begging me!"

"I can't give you a thousand chaos saliva!"

"You cheated!"

Long Chen said nothing, his face expressionless.

"You're so cold, really!" The Sharp Scales lost his temper and was once again fooled, but he still said, "There's a reason for one to refine their bones first. If you think like this, when you fight with someone, if they cut you off, you can make up for it even if you lose some time and eat better, and you can also continue to do so.

If the bone was broken, what could he do to his opponent? This so-called 'damage to the bones for a hundred days,' although it's just a mortal, it's still better than this for us cultivators. A mortal's attack power is great, so how could a cultivator's attack power be comparable to a mortal's? "So, I should first master the bone. For the rest of the stages, the toughness of the bones is equivalent to having a piece of hidden armor." Sharp Scale explained the reason.

"Where should I carve my first rune?" Long Chen pondered.

"The first rune is anywhere, it's up to you. We'll look for a sturdy one wherever we go, it's done!" Hit other people would hurt, but many demi-humans can still fight with you without a weapon. Those with thick skin and flesh are too lazy to use a weapon, they can just fight with you. " Sharp Scales added.

"Hit someone else?" Long Chen looked up. Currently, he was still too weak and had formed a feud with the unknown deep Blood Demon Flower, and it was the kind that would not rest until he died. Although he had spent a few days in the Heavenly Heart Empire in peace, who could guarantee that the Cannibal Faction would not come?

Sharp Scales also vaguely stated that it wasn't clear whether or not the cannibal bloodline would send people over. Therefore, increasing their strength was a matter of urgency. The stronger they were, the higher their chances of survival would be.

During battle, he would use his right hand to hold the sword, while his left hand would frequently use it to perform hand seals or hand seals. If he were to first draw a rune on his left hand, then it would be no different from carrying a weapon on his left hand during battle, and would be a fatal blow to the enemy.

After making up his mind, Long Chen focused his energy on the bones in his left arm, carefully channeling the spirit energy in his dantian towards his left arm and wrist. Long Chen used his spirit energy to soak his left arm and wrist for a while.

Drawing symbols was not a simple matter. This was a test of the cultivator's perseverance and patience. Pain was unavoidable, a pain that could not be felt. In the middle of all this, it was normal for one to lose an arm if they used any spiritual energy, so there were very few that could successfully cultivate the Desolate Path.

When his wrist turned somewhat cold, Long Chen completely released his spiritual energy, condensing it into a small thread about the same thickness as the thread. The spiritual energy cut off the head like a needle, and began to draw the first line on his wrist.

His spirit energy was different from the others' spirit energy, and it had a greater lethality. The pain that was carved into his bones was much more than the other people who cultivated this technique, but there was one advantage, and that was that others needed to carve it dozens of times in order to carve a little bit, while Long Chen only needed four to five times.

There was another problem with drawing runes, and that was that the consumption of spirit energy was too great. Although it was only a small amount, this small amount was extremely condensed.

A dim light flashed and Sharp Scales appeared. He breathed out a mouthful of purple gas at Long Chen, then turned around and disappeared into the pond. He was extremely excited as he left, ignoring Long Chen's safety.

The purple gas enveloped Long Chen, and there were no green dots of light entering his body. There was only Long Chen in the pool. Long Chen was just quietly soaking in the huge pool, focusing all his attention on his wrist.

Not long after, a thin layer of sweat appeared on Long Chen's forehead, but the runes on his wrist did not appear. The Spiritual Energy in his Dantian was almost completely used up, and Long Chen retracted his consciousness before opening his eyes and looking at his arm.

Long Chen extended his hand and sensed the area. He was able to absorb the small specks of green light in the pond. The so-called small specks of light was actually a dense amount of spirit energy.

With a thought, a purple light flashed on the surface of his body. Those specks of light seemed to have been forcefully pulled into Long Chen's body by a suction force and entered Long Chen's body. There was still a layer of misty purple light.

After he finished replenishing his spiritual energy, Long Chen once again focused his attention and started drawing runes.

It was said during the ascension path that the cultivation method gradually became more heaven-defying the further one went. When five talisman markings were condensed, there would be a thunder tribulation, and after that, there would be a different tribulation without an additional talisman markings.

One incense stick of time passed, two incense sticks of time …

One hour, four hours …

Long Chen continued to draw. He exhausted his spirit energy and absorbed more spirit energy. He continued to draw again and again. The longer he drew, the more numbed he became. The runes on his wrist also increased bit by bit over time.

Sharp Scales never returned. It was unknown where he went. On the other side, Free and Unrestrained Cultivator had been waiting for Long Chen and Sharp Scales to arrive. He had already found his path.

Some people walked out of the Dragon Transformation pool. There were even some who were too greedy and died suddenly without a trace of their bodies remaining. It was as if they had become nourishment for the Dragon Transformation pool and gained a portion of their spirit energy.

If someone came out, there would naturally be people fighting to get in and soaking in it. It would be extremely helpful for future cultivation, so it wouldn't be weird if anyone wanted to go in.

The Sect Leader, who was sitting cross-legged in the sky, stared nervously at the Nine Dragons Transformation Pool, as he was truly afraid of the change in the situation earlier. The Human Emperor had left, leaving behind only Xuan Ning and the others, who did not know what to do, for fear of another change in the situation. The group of one hundred and ten people who had rushed out of the pool earlier were completely scared out of their wits, and after that, someone directly killed a few of them.

Sitting upright in the golden tent, Xuanning King berated his nephew who still wanted to return to the Dragonize Pool. He waved his hand to calm his noisy nephew before carefully staring at the golden ring floating in front of him. Inside the golden ring, the situation inside each Dragonize Pool flashed, but every time he saw Long Chen's Dragonize Pool, Ning Wang would stop.

"Where is he?" King Xuan Ning clearly remembered that there was still a Royal Thoughtful, but at this moment, Long Chen was the only one in the pool. Where did Royal Thoughtful go? King Xuanning stared at the scene in the golden circle in silence.

In the southern part of the Empire of Tianxin, outside the Vermillion Bird Pass, one could not see the people of the Gobi Desert as far as the eye could see. The air in front of them was distorted by the heat.

The row of soldiers inside the Vermillion Bird Pass wore black armor and iron helmets, seemingly unafraid of the scorching heat. Only two ice-cold eyes were exposed, and all of them radiated with a faintly discernible killing intent.

Inside the Vermillion Bird Pass, it was bustling with people, hawkers were peddling along the streets, rows and rows of houses were lined up in a bustling manner, making the scene outside seem like mud in the sky. Most of them were people from the original country of the Gobi Desert, and they were looking for a way to survive in the Heavenly Heart Empire.

Actually, this place wasn't the Gobi Desert before. Back then, it was an extremely prosperous country, but that prosperity only lasted for a brief moment because they were unwilling to submit to an empire called Tianxin.

Finally, under the leadership of a lunatic named Xuan Zhou, millions of black armors brought with them a might that filled the entire sky. In just three days, this place was reduced to ruins.

Suddenly, a black dot appeared at the end of his vision. The black dot became larger and larger, until he could distinguish that it was a human figure.

"There's someone here!" A black-armored soldier suddenly pointed at a direction. The rest of the soldiers followed the direction of the finger and looked. It was difficult to see the figure of the person who was crawling and rolling.

"Go report this to the general!"

"It doesn't matter, he's a man for a living." A young man in black armor but without a helmet spoke up. Several soldiers turned around and bowed, "Greetings, General."

"Yes." The young man replied with a sound. After looking at the person crawling and rolling for a while, he turned around and left.

The person in the distance was a young man wearing a large linen robe and a bamboo hat that covered his bald head. The young man's lips were dry and cracked as he stared at Vermilion Bird Pass.

"In order to avoid the Human Emperor entering the Heavenly Heart Empire, I took a long detour before I finally made it to the Vermillion Bird Pass, which has the least supervision. Once I'm inside, I must have a proper meal." The young man licked his lips, pretended to be crawling and rushed towards Vermillion Bird Pass.