Metamorphosis

[You observed Gu's life with great focus, activating Heaven-Defying Comprehension.]

[Your Heaven-Defying Comprehension allowed you to comprehend the Divine Elephant Suppression Prison Scripture.]

The Divine Elephant Suppression Prison Scripture! Ye Jing gasped sharply. To dare name it after the Divine Elephant showed just how heaven-defying this art was.

Legend said that at the dawn of heaven and earth, a Divine Elephant was born, its physical body unmatched in power—one fist could shatter the sun and moon, one step could crush the stars and rivers. It had nearly reached the end of the Dao.

The Divine Elephant Clan in the Southern Ridge's Demon Domain was said to carry the bloodline of this Primordial Divine Elephant, its descendants. Though far from the Primordial Divine Elephant's might, they were still one of the royal clans of the Southern Ridge's Demon Domain.

Since ancient times, the Demon Domain had been one of the most formidable forces in the world. Though the Human Race occasionally produced heaven-defying experts, they could never wipe out the Demon Domain—a testament to its profound foundations.

The Divine Elephant Clan, as a royal clan of the Demon Domain, had never seen its status shaken since antiquity. This alone showed the clan's immense power.

Closing his eyes, Ye Jing carefully savored the mysteries of the Divine Elephant Suppression Prison Scripture. What appeared in his mind was a scene of Gu locked in a life-or-death battle with the Demon Domain Sovereign.

Southern Ridge, Myriad Mountains, the forbidden ground of the Demon Domain.

The ground was littered with shattered demon bones, demon blood splattered everywhere, nearly pooling into rivers of gore. The scattered demon remains were at least those of Great Demons.

Though lifeless, the lingering aura was still terrifyingly oppressive, a sign of how powerful these beings had been in life.

Yet even such mighty existences couldn't withstand a casual strike from Gu.

Charging through the carnage, Gu, bathed in demon blood, reached the Demon Domain Sovereign's Demon Palace. There, the two clashed in a great battle.

Gu let out a mighty roar, and his surging Qi and Blood burst forth from his body, shooting straight into the sky.

In an instant, the heavens tilted, the sun and moon dimmed, and the entire forbidden ground of the Demon Domain seemed submerged in a sea of blood.

The overwhelming aura shattered the space for dozens of miles around, as if heaven and earth themselves could no longer bear Gu's presence.

Every collision between these two supreme powerhouses shook the world. The ancient towering trees, the majestic Demon Palace, even the lofty mountains around them—all were ground to dust in the tremors, leaving no trace behind, as if they had never existed.

The Demon Domain Sovereign was no less formidable, radiant with divine light like a God of War. With every move, a hint of Dao energy flowed forth.

But no matter what heaven-reaching techniques the Demon Domain Sovereign employed, he gradually fell into the losing side in the struggle against Gu. His divine light dimmed, and finally, unable to hold on, he was obliterated by a single punch from Gu, vanishing completely from heaven and earth.

[You observed Gu's battle scene and fully comprehended all the mysteries of the Divine Elephant Suppression Prison Scripture.]

This Divine Elephant Suppression Prison Scripture was truly terrifyingly powerful. Even Gu, merely a human body, could possess such Qi and Blood, his immense might nearly capable of overturning mountains and rivers.

Ye Jing slowly opened his eyes, recalling the earth-shattering battle in his mind, a deep shock flickering in his gaze.

But then, a trace of doubt crept in. Were two supreme powerhouses with such might really only at the Divine Realm?

Since the fall of Dali's first Emperor Li, Dali had never birthed a new God of Heaven and Earth. Ye Jing's knowledge of gods came only from ancient records.

But the gods recorded in those histories didn't seem this powerful, did they?

Forget it! The Divine Elephant Suppression Prison Scripture was so mighty that if he could master it, with a sea of blood and Qi, few in the entire Demon Domain would be his match.

Thinking of the scripture's power, Ye Jing quickly set aside his doubts and focused entirely on cultivating it.

But Ye Jing didn't rush to practice. Cultivating the Divine Elephant Suppression Prison Scripture would cause disturbances, and the Hanlin Academy wasn't the best place for it.

After finishing the remaining work, submitting it to the Censor for review, and tidying up his desk, Ye Jing hurried back to Ye Manor.

The Perfect Spirit Gathering Array ran continuously, drawing top-grade spirit energy from the Heavenly Ruins. After a day of extraction, a considerable amount of spirit energy had accumulated in the array.

As soon as Ye Jing stepped into Ye Manor, he felt thin mist drifting through the courtyard, as if he had entered a celestial realm.

Ye Jing knew this meant the spirit energy concentration in the air had risen, manifesting as Spirit Mist. If the concentration reached its peak, it could even fall as Spirit Rain.

Qiuyue sat with her eyes closed, endlessly refining spirit energy. A faint spirit energy vortex had formed around her, absorbing energy at a terrifying rate.

Ye Jing didn't disturb Qiuyue. Returning to his room, he began cultivating the Divine Elephant Suppression Prison Scripture.

The Divine Elephant Suppression Prison Scripture was one of the supreme Mystic Arts of the Body Refining path. Though Ye Jing possessed the Indestructible Golden Body, the two followed different approaches.

The Indestructible Golden Body focused on defense. If cultivated to perfection, even the Law of Time couldn't fully erode the flesh.

But while the Golden Body's defense was invincible, it didn't significantly enhance the cultivator's own strength.

Thus, those who mastered the Golden Body lacked notable offensive means. Back then, the Great Buddha Huineng fought the Demon Lord for nine days and nine nights, only capturing him when the Demon Lord exhausted his strength.

The Divine Elephant Purgatory Scripture cultivated the Qi and Blood of the physical body, pushing the body's potential to its limits.

According to the Divine Elephant Suppression Prison Scripture, if one could reach great mastery, the physical body's strength would rival heavenly treasures. A casual punch would carry the force of a thousand jun, enough to battle a true dragon.

Closing his eyes, Ye Jing immersed his entire mind in the Divine Elephant Suppression Prison Scripture and began to cultivate.

A profound, elusive Dao resonance gradually spread through Ye Jing's body. His originally handsome, jade-like form immediately withered, then quickly restored itself to its original state.

Though he looked the same with no visible change, the aura he exuded grew more terrifying, and the Qi and Blood within him became denser and more vast.

The Divine Elephant Suppression Prison Scripture refined the Qi and Blood within the body, continuously condensing it into Blood Qi Particles. Each particle contained immense Qi and Blood.

The more Blood Qi Particles condensed, the stronger the physical body became. If one could reach Gu's level and push the scripture to its peak, they could even manifest the awe-inspiring phenomenon of the Primordial Divine Elephant.

Soon, Ye Jing condensed his first Blood Qi Particle. But he didn't relax, keeping his mind fully immersed in cultivation.

The moon set and the sun rose, and the entire night passed quietly. The next morning, Ye Jing gradually awoke from his cultivation.

Sensing the Qi and Blood within him, a hint of joy flickered in Ye Jing's eyes.

This Divine Elephant Suppression Prison Scripture truly lived up to its reputation as one of the supreme Mystic Arts of the Body Refining path. In just a single day, his Qi and Blood had increased by a full three-tenths.

With three-tenths more Qi and Blood, Ye Jing casually unleashed an Innate Sword Qi and felt its power had grown noticeably stronger.

In merely one day, he felt a considerable boost in his strength. If he kept cultivating, it wouldn't be long before his power underwent a qualitative transformation.