The Ling Clan Comes into Its Own (2,600 words, please subscribe)

Time gradually passed.

A full three years had passed since the Righteous-Demonic War.

Within Yuan Kingdom.

Inside a cave abode atop one of the Li Clan's Third Rank Low Grade spirit mountains, demonic qi overflowed in all directions.

At the center of the place, atop a stone platform, lay the corpse of a demonic cultivator suffused with dense demonic qi and radiating the pressure of the False Nascent Soul Realm.

The scene made this place seem like a den of demons.

Yet in such a place stood a young man who looked as though he possessed a Celestial Bone Structure.

Standing before the stone platform, he wrapped the corpse in true fire and continuously fused various demonic spiritual items into it.

Then, using his divine sense as a brush, he continuously inscribed special demonic patterns upon the demonic cultivator's corpse.

With every demonic pattern he inscribed, the corpse qi emanating from the body grew denser.

Who knew how much time passed? Only when the demonic cultivator's corpse was covered in demonic patterns and could no longer accommodate a single additional one did the young man with the Celestial Bone Structure finally stop.

The demonic patterns covering the corpse suddenly flashed with black light, and the demonic cultivator's corpse gradually began to transform.

In merely three breaths, the demonic cultivator's corpse became a ferocious Netherflame Demon Corpse covered in fiery red patterns. Dense corpse qi and the aura of the Golden Core Eighth Layer spread from its body.

At that moment, the demonic corpse opened its somewhat vacant eyes, looking like a fool.

The young man with the Celestial Bone Structure was delighted by the sight.

"An eighth-level Golden Core demonic corpse!"

"According to the agreement Fellow Daoist Zhao Baigang and I made back then, I can use this corpse to