The Path to Improving Innate Dark Inner Spiritual Power

Long Xuanye's gaze paused slightly in the shadow beside the Bone Erosion Demon.

A Third-tier Shadow Demon, specializing in stealth and assassination.

A standard configuration of a Fourth-tier Captain leading Third-tier Members, a Border Patrol Squad under Star Demon God Vasak, specifically tasked with eliminating human powerhouses.

As his thoughts raced, a familiar mechanical voice sounded in his mind.

[God-Tier Choice System triggered—Fixed Mission Mode]

[Choice One: Flee with Saint Cai'er. Reward: 0.5 million points]

[Choice Two: Annihilate the demon race squad before you. Reward: 0.5 Innate Dark Inner Spiritual Power]

Long Xuanye was slightly stunned.

Fixed Mission Mode?

And, Innate Dark Inner Spiritual Power?

Could it be that by killing demons, he could trigger choices and obtain Innate Dark Spiritual Power?

Instantly, joy lit up his eyes.

If that were the case, accumulating Innate Dark Inner Spiritual Power might not be difficult!

After all, Long Xuanye's Light Spiritual Power started accumulating from around seventy points, but his Dark Innate Inner Spiritual Power started from [one].

Without a stable source, who knew when it would be fully accumulated.

However, beside him, Saint Cai'er's eyes, which had just regained some luster, sank bit by bit.

She looked at the wooden pillar torn apart by claw winds, at the grass bed they had just laid, at the Thatched Hut that had just begun to resemble a "home."

The gentleness and tranquility on her small face vanished.

"How dare... they destroy my and Xuanye's home..."

A flash of grayish-white light flickered in her eyes, replaced by a dead, silent killing intent.

"Damn it!"

Before she could finish speaking, Long Xuanye had already moved!

Light Element exploded beneath his feet, and his body shot out like an arrow from a bow, lunging straight at the Bone Erosion Demon leading the charge!

"Seeking death!" The Bone Erosion Demon sneered, slashing horizontally with its Bone Blade, stirring up a mournful wind.

But Long Xuanye's figure twisted strangely in mid-air, activating Instantaneous Movement, and appearing beside the Bone Erosion Demon in an instant!

Meanwhile, Saint Cai'er's figure flickered.

She didn't charge at any enemy. Instead, she lightly raised her right hand, and a phantom Gray Short Sword materialized in her palm.

Reincarnation Sacred Sword!

Cai'er could now preliminarily wield the power of the Sacred Sword!

Though not comparable to when she contended with the White-robed figure before, it was far superior to ordinary extraordinary weapons.

"Pfft!"

With a soft sound, the Shadow Demon lurking in the shadows stiffened abruptly. A gray sword mark appeared on its neck, and its life was instantly extinguished.

A single strike to kill!

The Rotting Mist Demon and the Sharp Claw Demon were greatly alarmed. Just as they were about to act, Long Xuanye's fist slammed into the Bone Erosion Demon's waist!

"Bang!"

The power of the Chaos Spirit Furnace erupted instantly. The Bone Erosion Demon's tough body was actually caved in and sent flying backward!

Before it could land, Saint Cai'er's figure appeared behind it like a ghost. The Reincarnation Sacred Sword silently pierced its back.

A fourth-tier expert had died so inexplicably!

In a head-on battle, Long Xuanye could easily suppress it even with all his mastered techniques, but killing it would be extremely difficult.

However, the lethality of the Reincarnation Sacred Sword...

was too high!

From the moment the Bone Erosion Demon was sent flying, its death was sealed!

The next instant.

The Rotting Mist Demon was engaged by Cai'er. Both were third-tier combatants. After only two or three exchanges, it was beheaded by Cai'er!

As the last Dark Arrow Demon raised its bone bow, Long Xuanye moved swiftly, drawing the short blade at his waist.

Knight Technique: Pure White Blade, Proficiency: Mastery Level.

Mastery meant being tempered a thousand times, practiced day after day for decades!

With the system's blessing, its foundation was stable!

It was a realm unattainable by ordinary people.

Swish!

The light blade turned into an afterimage.

The Dark Arrow Demon had no time to react before its forehead was pierced.

The battle ended in a few breaths.

[Selection complete, reward obtained: 0.5 points Innate Dark Inner Spiritual Power]

A stream of pure dark power materialized within Long Xuanye, rapidly integrating into his spiritual meridians.

He could clearly feel that his Innate Inner Spiritual Power had grown by another sliver, and his cultivation speed had accelerated once more.

More importantly, the inheritance seal originating from the depths of his bloodline had also loosened slightly.

Long Xuanye nodded, feeling somewhat invigorated.

He had a premonition that as long as he accumulated ten points of Innate Dark Inner Spiritual Power, perhaps the first Devil Race ability belonging to him would be born from the Demon God Emperor's bloodline!

Long Xuanye felt the newly born dark spiritual power within him and the loosening of his bloodline shackles, feeling quite excited.

However, this joy did not last long.

He turned around and saw Saint Cai'er standing there blankly, motionless.

Her gaze was not on the corpses of the demons, but fixed on the wooden pillar torn apart by the claw wind, on the dry grass scattered on the ground, on the thatched hut that had just begun to resemble a "home" before being instantly reduced to ruins.

The eyes that had been filled with deathly killing intent moments ago were now gradually misting over.

Crystal tears slid down her fair cheeks, splashing onto the dirt.

The smile on Long Xuanye's face froze.

He suddenly realized that no matter how strong Saint Cai'er appeared, no matter how well she took care of others, she was, after all, just a child.

A child who had suffered too much, seen too much cruelty, and perhaps... had cried herself tired before learning to be so strong.

Today, just as she had found a sliver of belonging, this fragile warmth was ruthlessly torn apart again.

Undoubtedly, a new scar had been added to her old wounds.

Long Xuanye's heart tightened. He stepped forward, reaching out his hand, wanting to embrace the trembling girl.

Just as his hand was about to touch her shoulder, he heard her suppressed, tearful murmur.

Saint Cai'er's body trembled uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face, yet she stubbornly whispered in a voice only she could hear.

"I can't cry... I'm Xuanye's mother, I have to take good care of him... I can't cry..."

The hand Long Xuanye had extended froze in mid-air.

His body trembled slightly.

The words that had reached his lips were swallowed back down by force.

A bittersweet yet warm emotion surged into his heart, constricting his throat.

He looked at the dilapidated "home" and then at the girl before him, who wanted to cry but was forcing herself not to.

Long Xuanye slowly withdrew his hand, clenching it into a fist.

He didn't offer any words of comfort. Instead, he silently walked to the side, picked up some broken wooden scraps from the battle, and drew the Short Blade at his waist.

The blade flashed, and wood chips flew.

Soon, a pile of evenly sized, neatly chopped firewood appeared in the corner.

Saint Cai'er was jolted by his actions. She haphazardly wiped her tears, sniffled, and also silently walked over, crouching down to help him stack the firewood, piece by piece.