C2112 The Demon Lord's Gaze

In the enveloping darkness, he stood at the edge of the Creation Pool, inhabiting the body of Yu Yuan, now elevated to the Undead Sovereign.

Spanning tens of millions of acres, the Creation Pool brimmed with a kaleidoscope of flesh and blood, seemingly composed of the very essence of all living beings, harboring both wondrous mysteries and unspeakable horrors.

He gazed downward, as if witnessing the once-mighty species of a ruined world undergoing a brutal evolution.

"That is why I've placed my hope in you," he said.

Lifting his gaze, he met Yu Yuan's eyes with a serene and natural demeanor.

Yu Yuan, for his part, was somewhat taken aback.

His eyes shimmered with a faint glow as he continued, "The emergence of the Titan spinosaurus, and that ancient dragon's exploration of the abyss, have shown me a glimmer of hope. Since there exists a similar origin blood in another world, if I can just grasp the essence of life from that Origin Blood, I can then decipher each of the life's profound mysteries within the Creation Pool."

He chuckled quietly.

"Inside the heart of the vast expanse, your Yang God's arrival has imprinted your insights into the true essence of life and your knowledge of bloodlines."

"My initial plan was to transport the Creation Pool to the heart of the vast expanse, to use the lifeblood truths within it to unravel the bloodline truths hidden in this mass of flesh and blood."

"Though it has perished, the life forces it once commanded elude me. As another form of Origin Blood, it has traversed further than the Origin Blood of the Desolate Realm or that of the Origin Realm."

"My understanding of these forces is limited; I cannot blindly fathom the powers marked within this mass."

"But now, thanks to your Yang God, I've acquired the life's essence from the Origin Blood of the Origin Realm. Moreover, you've refined the source of the Yang Meridian, which contains a fragment of the true essence of the Desolate Realm's Origin Blood."

"Once the Creation Pool reaches the heart of the vast ocean, I should be able to gradually, over time, unravel its secrets."

"No need for that anymore."

He regarded Yu Yuan with a contemplative air, watching as Yu Yuan used the third eye on his forehead to bathe the Creation Pool in light, intently observing the mass of flesh and blood.

Within the squirming flesh and blood, numerous substantial Life Seeds were vanishing continuously.

The vanishing Life Seeds were all within Yu Yuan's Soul Altar, forged from the life force of the Origin Blood from the Origin Realm.

"Because I have found a better option."

He permitted Yu Yuan to absorb all the Life Seeds from every creature and being that had perished in the world below, without intervening or hindering Yu Yuan's actions.

"Integrating the Creation Pool into the heart of the vast expanse requires time for comprehension and absorption, and it's a lengthy process. Since your Soul Altar can absorb and refine it, I might as well let you do the work."

He paused briefly, then let out a soft chuckle.

"By allowing you to digest and understand it, I essentially achieve the same result without expending any effort."

"After all..."

His gaze lingered on the center of Yu Yuan's forehead, as if he could see Yu Yuan's six-tiered Soul Altar, and he declared, "After all, the Soul Altar you've built will eventually be mine. When I possess you, and we become one, everything that is yours will become mine."

"Everything you've acquired, comprehended, and experienced will belong to me once my spiritual consciousness descends."

He smiled contentedly, brimming with confidence.

Having consumed the Origin Soul of Hao Ran, he became the sole and ultimate being on the path of the soul.

He was convinced that no matter how hard Yu Yuan tried, he would ultimately be unable to escape his grasp.

When Yu Yuan, now the Undead Sovereign, was possessed by him, the profound truths of the Origin Soul were also his to claim.

He, from the abyss, having consumed the Origin Soul of Hao Ran and grasped the spiritual essence of the Demon Realm's Origin Soul, was already assimilating and comprehending it, and would inevitably absorb the Origin Soul in its entirety.

Once he achieved perfection in his Soul Altar, he could possess and take over any suitable vessel.

Beilstein, Yu Yuan, and anyone capable of bearing his power and manifesting his combat strength would be powerless to resist him.

Even the mightiest, like Lin Daoke and Tan Xiaotian, could be possessed by him when necessary.

However, their souls were too frail to sustain his power and manifest his true combat strength. Their souls would shatter and perish under the strain of his possession.

Whoosh!

The dark altar transformed into a pitch-black mirror and soared back to Creation Land from its border with the Dark Domain. It then descended to the location of the Evil God Temple.

The dark mirror vanished, retracting into the depths of Creation Land, to the dwelling place of the true Darkness Origin Spirit.

"That Secular Bird is proving to be quite a nuisance."

The Darkness Origin Spirit inhabiting Tan Xiaotian had also reached the standoff site between Yu Yuan and the Darkness Origin Spirit.

Yu Yuan's authentic form, along with himself, turned their attention to the Darkness Origin Spirit possessing Tan Xiaotian.

They also beheld a greenish-gray Divine Bird, wildly scattering forces of death and destruction.

Beneath the Divine Bird was Chen Qinghuang's imposing dharma, manifested with three heads and six arms.

In the heart of the profound darkness, Chen Qinghuang's majestic dharma exuded auras of death, destruction, and poison, as if she were the sovereign of these three divine pathways.

Her veins and arteries pulsed with the intent of death, devoid of any trace of life.

Her three faces were exquisitely beautiful, possessing an extraordinary allure that any sentient being would appreciate upon beholding her visage.

Yet in this state, Chen Qinghuang symbolized death and destruction, having severed her own lifeforce.

Her very existence seemed dedicated to the annihilation of all things, to the obliteration of everything destructible.

Such was the formidable and fearsome nature of Chen Qinghuang.

"This is your domain, replete with boundless dark energy and my soul power. The Tan Xiaotian you've taken over is an Eleventh Level supreme being, and you are a mid-tier Origin Spirit. You should not fail to vanquish this Divine Bird."

He didn't catch the Darkness Origin Spirit's response, but he swiftly detected that something was amiss. "Odd, this is not as it should be. Could there be some force at play here..."

A spectrum of light burst forth from the depths of his pupils—emerald, onyx, deep purple, and dark green.

His primal soul secret arts, the arcane knowledge gained from consuming the Vast Ocean Origin Soul, and the arcane mysteries he had recently discerned, all flickered within his gaze.

With these insights, he probed into Tan Xiaotian's mind, seeking to perceive Tan Xiaotian's soul.

He glimpsed a vision.

That vision depicted Tan Xiaotian journeying from the Vast Ocean into the heart of the earth, on his way to Creation Land.

Before delving deep underground, Tan Xiaotian paused at the entrance of the Evil God Temple. The doors were ajar, revealing the Great Demon God Beilstein inside the hall. His eyes, seen through the armor, were vacant and expressionless, betraying no sign of abnormality.

Yet, this very image was profoundly etched in Tan Xiaotian's soul memory. It was as if the scene had crystallized into an entire world, perpetually illuminating Tan Xiaotian's innermost thoughts.

As Tan Xiaotian ventured into the heart of the vast expanse, his mind was preoccupied with Beilstein's condition, especially before heading to Creation Land. The more he pondered on Beilstein, the more vivid the image in his mind became.

It was that very image, that of Beilstein with his empty, lifeless gaze, that continued to silently influence Tan Xiaotian, aiding him in purifying his own self.

Upon reaching Creation Land and becoming host to the Darkness Origin Spirit, Tan Xiaotian had covertly sealed away his dark powers and the vital points of his body. He had managed to conceal a portion of his strength within the darkness of his own flesh.

Though the Darkness Origin Spirit had taken over the body, supplanting Tan Xiaotian's control, it had not acquired a complete Tan Xiaotian upon its arrival. Unbeknownst to the Darkness Origin Spirit, Tan Xiaotian did not wield the full might of an Eleventh Level Sovereign.

The centipede does not falter even in death.

Beilstein's downfall was a matter of time. As the spokesperson for the Origin Soul and an Eleventh Level Sovereign who had mastered the Great Dao of the Soul, his combat prowess was universally acknowledged as the strongest of the era.

Had Yu Yuan not awakened and the Yang God not ascended to the Eleventh Level, and before the crafting of the Soul Altar, Beilstein stood as the de facto ruler of the Origin Realm.

Were it not for Beilstein being restrained by the Evil God Temple in the abyss, Yuen Bu would not have dared to encroach.

Before the Founder, the Origin Soul, was consumed and assimilated, Beilstein, stationed at the Evil God Temple, required the collective might of the Evil God Temple and all the contemporary Evil Gods to retain his hold.

Beilstein, stripped of his source and under relentless corruption, still possessed the strength to lend Tan Xiaotian a helping hand.

Thanks to his assistance, Tan Xiaotian was able to seal off a portion of his power.

The Darkness Origin Spirit that had descended upon Tan Xiaotian couldn't unleash its full combat potential and was compelled to seek aid from the Secular Bird Queen.

This situation forced a newfound respect for Beilstein.

...

At that moment.

The blood-colored prismatic crystal at the center of Yu Yuan's forehead withdrew into his sea of consciousness.

In the layer of his six-tiered Soul Altar, constructed from the profound truths of his bloodline, there now resided numerous Life Seeds he had yet to decode.

These Life Seeds shone like stars, their blood-red radiance concealing endless secrets.

These mysteries originated from a destroyed world beneath the darkness, from the intricate essence of life once nurtured there, and from the Law of Life of another source of blood.

This other source had delved deeper into this path than those from the Desolate Realm and the Origin Realm.

It had not awakened to emotion; it was dead, and its spirit should have vanished.

Yet, the life mysteries and laws it had explored, and the refined essence of blood from the beings it had influenced, were preserved within the pulsating flesh of the Creation Pool.

The profound truths within the Life Seeds required a vast supply of flesh and blood energy to endure.

The undulating mass of flesh and blood served as their sustenance.

With the departure of the Life Seeds, the flesh and blood within the Creation Pool gradually calmed, entering a dormant state devoid of any terrifying tremors.

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