Myriad Demon Forest

Having obtained such a demonic art, Chen Xia naturally would not give it up.

Once cultivated to Major Completion, it would turn him into a True Demon.

That was hardly the image of an upstanding man, but Chen Xia did not care. All that mattered was strength.

Besides, Chen Xia would use his Second Primordial Spirit to cultivate it and keep control. That way, even if there were side effects, he would have enough room to respond before anything went wrong.

And if the worst came to worst, he still had his primary Primordial Spirit. He would be fine.

By now, his Primordial Spirit cultivation had begun to take shape. Though it was not yet as substantial as his first Primordial Spirit, it could already take his place as the will guiding his cultivation.

Chen Xia then began cultivating the demonic art in his secret chamber.

He also practiced his divine abilities and spells.

Beyond that, he delved deeper into movement techniques that exploited the subtleties of space.

Vast stores of resources gained through side effects, along with Star Essence Stones, poured into his body.

Time meant nothing in cultivation. Inside the secret chamber, half a year passed in the blink of an eye...

On this day, the chamber's heavy stone door slowly opened with a deep rumble.

A figure stepped out through the swirling haze and demonic fluctuations that had yet to fully subside.

It was Chen Xia.

His aura was utterly different from what it had been half a year ago.

The power of his blood and vitality lay contained within him. As his eyes opened and closed, a golden sword seemed to move deep in the pupil of his left eye, while his right held a bottomless darkness where demonic shadows faintly surfaced and sank.

Merely standing