At Jiang He's level, a 'premonition' was often quite accurate. However, he was curious; logically, he shouldn't have any enemies.

For a moment, he was completely bewildered.

Tricked by Chen Yuan, the Pingtian Demon Saint was extremely furious and revealed his true form in the main hall – a fearsome demon tiger with blood-striped eyes, over twenty *zhang* tall.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

The Pingtian Demon Saint stared fixedly at the teleportation array, wanting to tear 'Jiang He' to shreds. The Demon God Flower was a treasure he had guarded for hundreds of years, capable of furthering his cultivation.

But now... it was all gone!

His roars directly shook the seventh and eighth levels of the Demon Suppressing Pagoda. Countless demons rapidly began gathering towards the eighth level, a terrifying pressure brewing.

Outside, the originally calm Demon Suppressing Pagoda lit up with array patterns, drawing in heaven and earth *qi* and the power of the earth veins to stabilize its foundation.

The Five Elders of Mount Shu exchanged glances, understanding that Chen Yuan must have succeeded. Lingxu Daoist pondered for a moment, then solemnly said:

"Brothers, stabilize the Demon Suppressing Pagoda."

"By order of the Sect Leader!"

"By order of the Sect Leader!"

The others responded in unison, then each stepped out, orbiting the Demon Suppressing Pagoda, directly mobilizing the array's power to stabilize it.

Jiang He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, not moving, simply observing quietly.

Demon Suppressing Pagoda, ninth level.

After being teleported to the ninth level, the first thing Chen Yuan did was use the method Lingxu Daoist had given him to seal the array connecting the eighth and ninth levels.

Even when the Demon God was alive, they couldn't break the Demon Suppressing Pagoda, let alone a Pingtian Demon Saint. Although the Demon God was suppressed by Shu Mountain immortals, the Five Elders of Shu Mountain were currently activating the array outside.

If the Pingtian Demon Saint had the ability to break the Demon Suppressing Pagoda, he wouldn't have been trapped here for hundreds of years. He was also clear about his current situation, unable to leave the ninth level, and could only fight his way out layer by layer.

But with his current strength, he was still far from capable. The only way, which he had prepared beforehand, was to devour the Demon God Flower on the ninth level and further increase his strength.

At that time, perhaps the situation would change from defense to offense.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Yuan looked ahead. Compared to the sixth, seventh, and eighth levels he had previously entered, the ninth level was not actually larger. On the contrary, the ninth level was the smallest, only a few hundred *zhang* in size. Within that range, almost everything visible was a series of black chains. Perhaps because too much time had passed, the chains had lost their former luster, and were even covered in rust.

However, Chen Yuan did not underestimate these black chains. Lingxu Daoist had previously told him that the ninth level of the Demon Suppressing Pagoda had once imprisoned two Demon Gods.

In other words, these black iron chains on the ground could even restrain Demon Gods. Despite their current rusty appearance, they definitely contained extremely formidable power.

In the very center stood a high platform, all the chains leading to it. The platform was covered in a layer of white bones. It was clear that these bones did not belong to a single demon.

This confirmed what Lingxu Daoist had said, that two Demon Gods had once been suppressed here. One was from the Crimson Nether Blood Tiger clan, and the other was from the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox clan. During the great war five hundred years ago, the Great Chu Dynasty had exhausted all its strength, and the Central Plains Immortal Sects had also assisted, forcibly interrupting the rise of the demon race and giving the Central Plains five hundred years to breathe.

In that battle, not only did immortals fall, but Demon Gods also died. Moreover, through the joint efforts of Shu Mountain and Xiang Clan immortals, the severely wounded Demon Gods were forcibly imprisoned.

It was intended to serve as a continuous treasure trove to supply the cultivation of Shu Mountain and Xiang Clan disciples, but unfortunately, the Xiang Clan suffered too many losses in that battle, leaving behind hidden dangers.

They held out for less than three hundred years before the Sima family successfully usurped the throne.

Growing on top of the bones in the very center of the high platform was a flower that emitted a faint white light, with nine leaves covered in intricate patterns, which was Chen Yuan's target... the Demon God Flower.

The faint azure light emanating from his Heaven's Eye pupil technique also confirmed this. Chen Yuan did not immediately step forward. After all, this flower was left behind by a Demon God, and even the Pingtian Demon Saint considered it forbidden territory, so there might be other tricks.

However, Chen Yuan scanned it once and found nothing unusual. Not only did Heaven's Eye remain silent, but even his divine sense detected nothing strange.

After carefully examining it several times, Chen Yuan finally relaxed some of his vigilance. However, this was, after all, the Demon Suppressing Pagoda, and he remained cautious.

Stepping on the layers of white bones, Chen Yuan ascended the high platform.

Even though the Demon Gods had fallen for hundreds of years, the remaining bones were still very solid. Chen Yuan specifically experimented and found that their hardness was no less than that of a first or second tribulation divine weapon.

One could imagine how powerful they were in their prime.

Humans cultivate the Primordial Spirit, while demons cultivate the physical body. Each has its own strengths.

With the idea of not leaving empty-handed, Chen Yuan used the Heavenly Book space to collect all the Demon God bones from the high platform. Whether for medicinal wine or as weapons, these bones were priceless.

He had also investigated and found that the bones were not entirely complete, missing several larger Demon God bones, which, if nothing unexpected happened, should have been taken away by the Pingtian Demon Saint.

After collecting all the Demon God bones, Chen Yuan focused his attention on the Demon God Flower, his eyes revealing a hint of excitement.

"Shu Mountain Holy Land, Demon Suppressing Pagoda, eternal universe, a single flower. Gale wind supernatural power, a thousand hundred refinements, physical body furnace, suppressing the mortal world!"

This was the prophecy given by the Destiny Altar. Devouring this Demon God Flower would definitely allow his physical strength to take a big step forward. The only pity was that this flower probably couldn't raise his Qi Refining cultivation to the level of the Wind Tribulation.

"Huff!"

Chen Yuan exhaled a mouthful of stale air and sat cross-legged in front of the Demon God Flower, beginning to focus his mind and regulate his own state. The Demon God Flower was a demon race treasure, rarely recorded by humans. He had only learned some information about the Demon God Flower from Lingxu Daoist, so he dared not be careless and had to proceed with caution.

Because he hadn't done much fighting since entering the Demon Suppressing Pagoda, he quickly brought himself to his peak state. After placing Yuan Crystals in a Qi-gathering formation, Chen Yuan slowly reached out and plucked a leaf, putting it into his mouth.

"Boom!"

As soon as the Demon God Flower leaf entered his mouth, it directly melted, as if a mouthful of Demon God blood had directly surged into his body. Immediately, the Qilin blood and Xiang Clan divine blood in his body began to stir. The three types of divine blood quickly intertwined and were completely digested in just a few breaths. His physical strength faintly increased slightly. Having gained experience, Chen Yuan no longer hesitated and directly plucked all the remaining leaves of the Demon God Flower and put them into his mouth.

Scales all over his body glowed with a faint light, which was the Qilin divine blood stirring. The Xiang Clan divine blood also trembled along with it. With almost every breath, Chen Yuan's physical *qi* and blood were rising.

After the leaves of the Demon God Flower were plucked clean, only a flower and a rhizome remained. Chen Yuan took them down step by step, plucking the petals one by one and putting them into his mouth.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Compared to the leaves, the petals of the Demon God Flower contained even more powerful energy. Chen Yuan's body erupted with strange electric light, and his flesh seemed to have become a mountain.

The three great divine bloods intertwined and collided, devouring each other.

That power penetrated deep into his bloodline, causing him to suffocate.

Chen Yuan's Qilin demon form quickly faded, turning back into a human form. Black scales occasionally appeared on his face, sometimes condensing into demon patterns unique to the Crimson Nether Blood Tiger clan, sometimes evolving into demon patterns of the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox clan, and sometimes returning to his former self, his body covered in Xiang Clan divine patterns.

Chen Yuan's physical body seemed to have become a huge battlefield, with various divine bloods trying to gain the upper hand, fighting endlessly. The Qilin divine blood, which had been hidden in his body, was completely stimulated under such terrifying pressure.

If his physical body was like a lake, then it was now gradually expanding in the collision. Dark Samadhi True Fire enveloped his body, as if trying to fuse these powerful bloodlines into one.

Unconsciously, he was tempering himself!

The power of the Demon God Flower was undoubtedly terrifying, completely surpassing the level of Qilin blood, but it was still inferior to the Xiang Clan divine blood. If there was enough Xiang Clan divine blood, it would definitely be able to suppress all other powers.

Chen Yuan had a flash of inspiration and a bold idea!

Whether it was the Xiang Clan divine blood, the Qilin blood, or the Demon God power within the Demon God Flower, none of them were his own power. He had long had the idea of walking his own path, but there was no way to do so.

Now, the opportunity seemed to have arrived!

The Qilin divine blood was the most abundant, after all, he had devoured the entire Fire Qilin. The power of the Demon God Flower was the strongest, containing a portion of the Demon God's legacy.

The level of Xiang Clan divine blood was the highest, but its quantity was too small. Even if he absorbed the divine blood of Xiang Qianfeng and Xiang Lingtian's father and son, it was still not enough compared to the other two powers.

Therefore, the three powers were now like three kingdoms vying for hegemony, with each unwilling to submit to the other. In this way, it was possible that his physical body would be torn apart.

Of course, in all likelihood, the power of the Demon God Flower would be devoured, and he would take another step forward.

However, Chen Yuan's ambition was very strong. The Qilin blood came from the Fire Qilin, the Xiang Clan divine blood came from his ancestors, and the Demon God Flower came from the Demon God. None of them belonged to him alone.

He wanted to completely condense them into one, to become his own power.

The three powers collided, and his physical body gradually grew. Chen Yuan used the combined power of three flames, Samadhi True Fire, to refine himself, and seemed to enter a state of ethereal enlightenment.

The raging Samadhi True Fire, uncontrolled, filled the entire several hundred *zhang* space of the ninth level of the Demon Suppressing Pagoda. At this moment, this place became a world of flames!

His clothes melted, leaving Chen Yuan with only a thin layer of inner armor. Because the hair on his body was very strong, it did not completely disappear in a short time.

Chen Yuan's body shone with light, the three colors intertwined, making him seem like an immortal deity. All his acupoints opened, and endless heaven and earth Yuan *qi* rapidly poured towards him.

"Rumble..."

Muffled sounds constantly erupted from Chen Yuan's body, as if his bones and flesh were being reorganized. Chen Yuan was like a dull puppet. Before long, he had completely plucked all the petals of the Demon God Flower. Then, Chen Yuan grabbed the entire rhizome, pulled it out with force, and stuffed it all into his mouth.

No, there was an exception. He still maintained a trace of clarity, and saw that at the bottom of the rhizome were indeed two jet-black crystals emitting a faint light. Having already promised Lingxu Daoist, he simply grabbed one of the crystals and held it in his hand, his mind completely immersed in his physical body.

At this moment, the battle within his physical body was still continuing. Chen Yuan urged the three cultivation methods of Daoism, Buddhism, and Demonism, using all his strength to refine all the power within his physical body.

He wanted to completely transform it into his own power.

His physical body was undergoing tempering. Every type of power was frantically destroying his physical body, but after each destruction, it would quickly recover.

Over and over again, the aura on his body was gradually rising!

Within his spiritual altar, a purple Primordial Spirit sat cross-legged. The physical body and the Primordial Spirit seemed to be two completely different systems, but in fact, they were also closely related.

A faint purple light shone all over his acupoints, and he... had also entered a stalemate at this moment.

Unnoticed, after Chen Yuan pulled out all the Demon God Flower, a wisp of strange black *qi* rose from the ground, stopping far away at the edge of the ninth level of the Demon Suppressing Pagoda.

It condensed into a vertical eye, staring fixedly at Chen Yuan.

His eyes were filled with a desire to occupy his physical body and use it to walk in the world. He could sense that the guy in front of him, although his realm and cultivation were not very high, had an unusually deep foundation.

Whether it was his physical body or his Primordial Spirit, they seemed to have reached the peak of their current realm. If he were to merge with him, he might be able to glimpse a higher realm.

Time passed by, and Chen Yuan's face was flushed, but he still couldn't see the slightest end. The several powers seemed to be locked in a never-ending battle, with no one wanting to be destroyed and everyone wanting to devour the other.

The raging Samadhi True Fire was not just for show. He was really melting himself! He was ruthless to others, but sometimes he was even more ruthless to himself!

There is no invincible path in the world, only invincible people.

Chen Yuan was going to walk his own invincible path!

The flames scorched his skin black, and the power of his bloodline was frantically resisting under the burning of the flames...

......

......

Since Chen Yuan entered the Demon Suppressing Pagoda, a full day had passed. After the initial vibrations were suppressed, the Demon Suppressing Pagoda was silent.

Jiang He contacted Chen Yuan, but received no response. He then stopped contacting him, knowing that with Senior Moro by his side, even the most dangerous situation could be turned into safety.

It was precisely because of this that he allowed Chen Yuan to enter the Demon Suppressing Pagoda to risk taking the flower.

While he was devouring and refining the Demon God Flower, the Five Elders of Shu Mountain would naturally not all be here to wait, because... Shu Mountain's once-in-a-decade Sword Offering Ceremony was about to begin. After discussion, it was decided that the Sect Leader, Lingxu, and Jiang He would join hands to wait here, while the other Shu Mountain elders would prepare for the Sword Offering Ceremony.

The next day, the Sword Offering Ceremony began very smoothly.

The four top figures of Shu Mountain appeared, suppressing all order. Those Jianghu swordsmen and young children who wanted to enter Shu Mountain to cultivate all entered Shu Mountain obediently under the leadership of their elders.

Shu Mountain disciples offered swords at the Sword Tomb, led by the current senior disciple, Bai Changqing. He, along with eight hundred Shu Mountain disciples, brought their swords out of Shu Mountain, transforming into a river of sword *qi* in the void, lying across the Sword Tomb.

Endless sword *qi* surged out, and the entire Shu Mountain seemed to transform into a sword at this moment.

Countless Jianghu swordsmen felt longing, and the Immortal Slaying Sword in the Sword Tomb shone brightly, instantly devouring a powerful force within the Sword Tomb.

The entire Sword Tomb was trembling, and countless swords wailed, feeling submissive.

In front of the Demon Suppressing Pagoda, Lingxu Zhenjun sensed something, his pupils shrinking as he looked at Jiang He:

"You... your... sword..."

Jiang He's eyes flickered, and he did not look at him, but said in a deep voice:

"Thank you, Senior."

"You little brat..."

"Senior previously said that the Immortal Slaying Sword had the potential to become an immortal sword. Now, it seems that Senior is indeed as wise as a sage." Jiang He quickly paid a few compliments. This time, the Immortal Slaying Sword's absorption of Shu Mountain Sword Tomb's foundation was indeed a bit unethical.

"Jiang He, where did you get this sword from?" Lingxu Daoist frowned, feeling suspicious. According to his estimation, this Immortal Slaying Sword would at most absorb some power and become a fifth tribulation divine weapon.

But...

If it was just that, it would definitely not have caused the Sword Tomb to tremble, and the Soul Severing Sword would not have felt dissatisfied and conveyed a hint of rejection.

"More than ten years ago, I accidentally entered a ruined secret realm. There was also a Sword Tomb there, and the Immortal Slaying Sword was placed in the Sword Tomb to nurture the sword.

The sword is spiritual and willingly followed me. The specifics are not very clear..."

"Where is it?" Lingxu Daoist continued to ask.

"Um... not far outside Shu Mountain."

Lingxu Daoist was stunned for a moment, thinking that it couldn't be such a coincidence. As the Sect Leader of Shu Mountain, he knew everything about Shu Mountain's past thousands of years, and also knew the origin of the Soul Severing Sword.

That was the immortal sword left by Shu Mountain's founding ancestor.

But there was also one thing mentioned in the records that had once caught his attention. The founding ancestor was not only a land sword immortal, but also a sword forging grandmaster who had once been the best in the world.

Throughout his life, he forged countless swords, using sword forging to enter the sword path.

After he became an immortal, he wanted to forge a truly unparalleled sword array for killing, based on four immortal swords, to kill gods when they block, and kill Buddhas when they block.

It was just that he later experienced an unparalleled battle, bearing a heavy burden. The other three immortal swords that had not been forged were lost, and only the Soul Severing Sword was inherited.

Could it be that this Immortal Slaying Sword...

"You are indeed destined with Shu Mountain. Are you really not considering joining Shu Mountain?" Lingxu Zhenjun couldn't help but ask.

Jiang He did not answer, but remained silent. Sometimes, silence is the best rejection. Lingxu Zhenjun did not force it, but sighed softly and took a deep look in the direction of the Sword Tomb.

"More than a dozen hours have passed." Jiang He said faintly, his face grave.

"I think... it's almost time!"

......

......

Demon Suppressing Pagoda, ninth level.

After more than a dozen hours of uninterrupted refining, the several divine bloods in Chen Yuan's body were still unmoved. He hardened his heart and directly mobilized the most raging power of True Fire into his body.

In an instant, his physical body roared, and the light was dazzling.

The various divine bloods reached the most intense level, and his physical body... seemed to have become a furnace that could accommodate everything, manipulating them to condense into one!

"Give me... refine!"

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