C466 Metaplasia Spell!

As fellow disciples from the Devil Palace, Sheh Si, Hu Tianyang, Yan Lu, and others were utterly bewildered.

Clearly, they weren't as clued in as Fei Yi.

The words of Yu Yuan also left many cultivators from the Filthy Spirit Sect, the Fiend Sect, and the Red Devil Sect with looks of perplexity on their faces.

However, individuals like Hou Tianzhao, Chi Nandou, Chi Yin, and Lin Yue reacted with visible shock, their eyes wide as they fixed their gazes on Yu Yuan.

Their astonishment wasn't due to Mo Yan's breakthrough from the late Profound Break Stage to the late Penetrating Stage.

Rather, they were taken aback by Yu Yuan's lack of surprise and his utterance of even more startling revelations.

— Mo Yan could directly condense a Yin God!

After Fei Yi let out a shriek, he pressed Yu Yuan on how he came by such knowledge, indirectly confirming the plausibility of such a feat!

With a cold expression, Mo Yan huffed, "Since when did you know?"

The crowd erupted into murmurs!

The odd reactions of Hou Tianzhao and others, Fei Yi's outburst, and Mo Yan's inquiry were nearly tantamount to confirming the fact!

Could it truly be possible to condense the Yin God in just a brief moment from the Profound Break Stage?

Many were visibly shaken, casting looks at Mo Yan and the confident Yu Yuan as if they were beholding something otherworldly!

"In legends, I'm aware of the 'Metaplasia Spell' that can transform the very fabric of heaven and earth, altering one's innate abilities," Yu Yuan said with a wry smile. "The conditions for practicing this Devil Spell are incredibly stringent and fraught with peril. It seems you've been cultivating this particular spell, and have undergone its transformation once or twice, haven't you?"

"What Devil Spell?"

"The Metaplasia Spell? Why haven't I heard of it before? Does our sect even possess such a spell? I've never come across it during my time at the Devil Palace," Wu Pei exclaimed in astonishment.

Despite being accepted by the Devil Palace and enduring rigorous training in the northern Quietus Continent, he had never encountered such a spell.

"The one who led me and imparted the Devil Spell to me never mentioned it," Sheh Si stated, shaking her head.

When the Devil Palace sought out those with potential genius, they would share various profound techniques with them, offering a choice of paths for cultivation.

Yan Lu, Sheh Si, Hu Tianyang, and the rest had yet to be integrated into the Quietus Continent, yet they were already well-versed in numerous Devil Spells. But the Metaplasia Spell? They hadn't just never encountered it—they hadn't even heard of it!

Even the remnants of the sects from the Quietus Continent's northern territories were taken aback by Yu Yuan's mention of the Metaplasia Spell, their faces betraying complete unfamiliarity.

Overcoming his initial astonishment, Yan Lu exclaimed, "Is this Devil Spell that formidable?"

Mo Yan, having advanced to the late stages of the Penetrating Stage, extended his spiritual awareness, channeling his vital energy and spiritual power to wield the Kyara Demon Blade. His manipulation was so effective that the Blood Sacrificial Altar was pinned to the ocean floor, immobile.

Yu Yuan's remarks wiped the smirk from Mo Yan's face, replacing it with hesitation. He seemed to be weighing whether to follow Yu Yuan's suggestion: to directly refine the Yin God and use it to command the Kyara Demon Blade, thereby imposing a more potent seal on the Blood Sacrificial Altar.

His reaction only deepened the confusion and amazement among the onlookers.

"The Metaplasia Spell differs from the Devil Spells you and the others practice," Yu Yuan said, glancing at Wu Pei and him. "It's akin to the Ancient Desolate Sect's Void True Spell—a closely guarded secret. Such spells are beyond the reach of even the innermost core disciples, let alone those of the outer sect."

"The Metaplasia Spell lacks the renown of the Ancient Desolate Realm's Void True Spell because its secrets are not disclosed, neither to outsiders nor within the sect itself."

"A Devil Spell capable of altering one's innate talent, fundamentally changing the limits and the number of times the Yellow Court acupoints can be condensed, is not available to just anyone in the Devil Palace," Yu Yuan declared solemnly.

"Alter one's innate talent?" Yan Lu was thunderstruck.

The other survivors wore expressions of sheer incredulity. Wasn't talent immutable, fixed from birth?

For those embarking on the path of cultivation, the breadth of their personal domain upon reaching the Yellow Court Stage varied from person to person. Wasn't altering that supposed to be exceedingly difficult?

In the midst of the Yellow Court Stage, isn't the small heaven and earth within still subject to death after several rounds of tempering?

Is there some miraculous spell capable of reversing one's innate abilities, altering the fixed nature of one's talents?

If such a Devil Spell truly existed, why wouldn't the Devil Palace disseminate it broadly, allowing every disciple's talents to be transformed through its cultivation?

Imagine if the Devil Palace's disciples could refine their Yellow Court acupoints seven or eight times—wouldn't that lead to the emergence of numerous Yang Gods and even Primordial Spirits?

"The Metaplasia Spell grants those with scarce aptitude an extraordinary talent, and it takes those already exceptional to new heights, making them one in ten thousand," Yu Yuan revealed with deliberate pacing. "Such transformation is far from simple; it requires the condensation of the Yin God and the shattering of the Yin God to revert to the early phase of the Yellow Court Stage."

"Shattering the Yin God?" Wu Pei shuddered in fright.

For practitioners reaching the Yin God Stage, an accidental destruction of the Yin God often spells true death, with no chance of survival.

At this juncture, neither the Yang God nor the Primordial Spirit has been formed; the demise of the Yin God means the end of the individual.

The transformation offered by the Metaplasia Spell comes at the steep price of the Yin God's destruction. It goes without saying that this is fraught with immense risk.

The profound fear between life and death is riddled with uncertainties, and no one can assure safe passage.

"Indeed, you must shatter the Yin God. From the Yin God Stage, you'll plummet back to the early phase of the Yellow Court Stage. It's the power of the Yin God's destruction that changes the postnatal to the prenatal, expanding the limits of the Yellow Court acupoints. This process is perilous, and a single misstep could mean the extinguishing of life."

"Yet, those who withstand the ordeal and survive may witness a miracle."

"This Devil Spell can indeed reshape the Yellow Court acupoints. Upon reaching the Middle Period of the Yellow Court Stage, it enables the opening of a new small heaven and earth, thus increasing the number of times one can temper." Yu Yuan maintained his gaze on Mo Yan as he spoke, "The Devil Spell you practice is the Metaplasia Spell, and you have already condensed the Yin God."

Mo Yan, now a towering young man, had undergone a transformation in appearance, temperament, and physique with the elevation of his realm.

It was as though he had morphed into a completely different person in a brief span of time.

On the Quietus Continent, there existed a myriad of bizarre Devil Spells, among which the "Metaplasia Spell" was particularly notable.

Yet, it remained a closely guarded secret.

Yu Yuan was familiar with the "Metaplasia Spell" due to his two lifetimes of experience, his past close ties with the Devil Palace, and his previous considerations of using this spell to embark on the path of cultivation.

Regrettably, the "Metaplasia Spell" was not a technique that one could simply pick up, especially not someone like him with sealed meridians, thus extinguishing that hope.

Nonetheless, he was privy to the many mysteries and secrets of the "Metaplasia Spell."

"Yes, I practice the 'Metaplasia Spell,'" Mo Yan admitted, his face shadowed with seriousness. "You must realize that not following the conventional, gradual path of advancement has inflicted significant harm upon me."

"An instantaneous breakthrough signifies that you've forfeited the chance to ever revert to the 'Metaplasia Spell' after the shattering of the Yin God," Yu Yuan said, his face etched with regret as he bowed slightly. "As you've witnessed, the circumstances were extraordinary. It wasn't my intention to corner you."

The wonder of the "Metaplasia Spell" lies in its ability to allow a practitioner to continue cultivating even if the initial attempt at transformation fails. Should the goal remain unmet, one can simply try again upon the second formation of the Yin God.

To shatter the Yin God and revert to the early stages of the Yellow Court Stage is to engage in what is known as "rotation."

However, without following the orthodox method of gradually condensing the Yin God, one loses the opportunity to reverse course. Without the power of the shattered Yin God, there's no returning to the Yellow Court Stage.

Mo Yan had thus forfeited his capacity for another rotation.

"I was aware that the Chaos Roc was troubling you, which is why I summoned Chi Nandou to assist us," Mo Yan said, inhaling deeply as he steadied his emotions, wielding the Kyara Demon Blade. "My intention was to collaborate with you to deal a significant blow to the Chaos Roc, preventing it from seizing the chance to flee this sea."

"But this is how you repay me?"

"You sensed that the Blood Sacrificial Altar's target would shift from the Chaos Roc to yourself, and your first reaction was to send the Fallen Star Eyes into our glass bottle, bringing the altar's flames down upon us?"

"To exchange our deaths for your brief respite, to use my forced breakthrough to buy you time?"

As Mo Yan voiced these accusations, Chi Yin and the others wore looks of displeasure.

Lin Yue, with his connections to Yu Yuan, and Hou Tianzhao's faces darkened as well.

Yan Lu sighed quietly, at a loss for words.

Yu Yuan remained impassive, holding the Evil Cauldron in one hand and a sword sheath in the other. "Your opinions are irrelevant to me. All I know is that we stand a chance of survival beneath the sea only if you stop concealing your true power, swiftly condense the Yin God, and unleash the full force of the Kyara Demon Blade."

"Lau Ying and Kong Banbi lack such capabilities. Since they can't be relied upon, I'm placing my hopes on you."

With that, he turned his focus back to the Blood Sacrificial Altar, indifferent to the others' thoughts and stares.

An uncomfortable silence ensued.

Gradually, a shift in perspective occurred among the group; their gazes moved from Yu Yuan to Mo Yan.

If he could rapidly advance and forge his Yin God, could he indeed exert more pressure on the Blood Sacrificial Altar with the Kyara Demon Blade?

People are inherently selfish.

Once they began to believe there might be truth in Yu Yuan's words—that only Mo Yan's sacrifice could alter their dire circumstances—they naturally wanted him to proceed.

Especially since Mo Yan had already transcended from the Profound Break Stage to the Penetrating Stage.

Having already broken through, why not go all the way?

Yu Yuan had adeptly shifted the burden from himself to Mo Yan, compelling Mo Yan to quickly forge his Yin God and impose further constraints on the Blood Offering Altar.

"If I do as you say, instantly forge the Yin God, and suppress the Blood Offering Altar..."

Mo Yan drew out his words, turning to face Yu Yuan, "And you? You've come from the Fallen Star Eyes, expecting all of us to join you in confronting the Blood Offering Altar and the Chaos Roc."

"What can you do for me, for us?" he asked, his gaze turning icy.

It seemed that if Yu Yuan's response wasn't satisfactory, he'd risk everything, even the Blood Sacrificial Altar, just to kill Yu Yuan in a fit of rage.

His mercilessness was evident when he directed Chi Nandou and others to brutally massacre Lu Baichan, Luo Yiyi, and Tang Cann. His heart was clearly cruel.

If he dared to kill even Tang Cann, what would stop him from killing Yu Yuan?

"Now that you've condensed your Yin God and are fully committed to suppressing the Blood Sacrificial Altar, I'll show you what I'm capable of," Yu Yuan said with a smile, sidestepping a direct answer with a dismissive tone. "Don't even think about trying anything against me right now. You're too preoccupied with the altar to be a threat to me."

Mo Yan, who had reached the late Penetrating Stage, practiced the Metaplasia Spell, and had condensed the Yin God perhaps more than once, was no match for him?

Even Lin Yue and Hou Tianzhao gently shook their heads, disagreeing.

They were aware of Mo Yan's reputation, having heard of his unique and formidable powers from their elders, which is why they were prepared to follow his lead upon meeting him.

Understanding Mo Yan's strength, they doubted that Yu Yuan, even after entering the Profound Break Stage and taking control of the Evil Cauldron, could surpass Mo Yan.

Yet, after a long look at Yu Yuan, Mo Yan reluctantly nodded in agreement.

"I'll wait for your proof!"

With those words, his myriad threads of spiritual consciousness swiftly retracted into the Mud Ball Acupoint in his upper dantian, coalescing and beginning to form a deity.

In an instant, he ascended to the Yin God Stage.

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