A Great Demon Takes Human Form-And There Are Four!

Transforming Zither Music into physical form is nothing unusual; any Zither Cultivator can do it.

But the key issue is that it's too small.

Qin Wangchuan is already a Dharma Cultivator and Sword Cultivator; how could he possibly be a Zither Cultivator?

How is that possible?

Gu Yuan's expression was solemn, and he remained silent.

As a member of a reclusive Aristocratic Clan, he naturally knew more than others.

'This Qin Wangchuan... is stronger than I imagined.'

Thinking this, a certain ambition ignited in his eyes: 'But! The higher the mountain, the more it can support my Path to Heaven!'

Lu Chen's lips were slightly pale, and his eyes showed astonishment, fear, and deep confusion.

'She looks younger than me, so how can she possess such strength...'

Qin Wangchuan was too strong, so strong that Lu Chen felt fear for the first time.

You have to understand, he didn't feel this way when he faced three great demons in the Ten Thousand Mountains and escaped unscathed.

'It seems that I must cooperate with Gu Yuan to have any chance of reclaiming my little cauldron.'

Li Qingluan had been standing to the side and was about to lend a helping hand until just now, also had her beautiful eyes trembling.

She knew he was very skilled in both Swordsmanship and Spirit Art, but she had never seen his Zither Music reach the point of transforming into a sword.

Outside the Secret Realm, the people on the platform had fallen silent.

"Using the zither to convey the Dao..." The Imperial Preceptor plunged his Dragon-Head Staff deep into the ground. "Qin Wangchuan... No wonder the Princess is so fond of him."

Qin Wenhe and nodded, feeling quite pleased with himself, but still comforted everyone, saying, "Don't be too discouraged, everyone. It's normal for my Wangchuan to be outstanding. After all, he is Qin Wangchuan."

Having said that, Qin Wenhe didn't say anything more.

What is being shown before us is merely the tip of the iceberg of Qin Wangchuan's strength.

The Supreme Dao Heart within him has not yet been fully revealed.

Their talent for foreseeing the future is even more deeply hidden.

Not to mention, he had previously, by fortuitous opportunity chance, consumed a Creation Immortal Fruit...

In his presence, so-called Prodigy are nothing but a joke.

"In the future, this Era of Great Contention will likely only be a stage for my family's Li Qingluan and your family's Qin Wangchuan," the Li Clan elder remarked, before being immediately interrupted by the Chu Clan elder.

"Isn't that just bullshit?! Where is Chu Qingyan of the Chu Clan?"

"Sigh! Weren't you talking about the younger generation? You're really getting on my nerves! My Li Clan..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Qin Wenhe suddenly laughed loudly, his sleeves fluttering. "Gentlemen, please hold your argument. Leaving aside our current generation, I'd like to talk about another of my students—"

He tapped the table lightly with his fingertips, his voice full of smugness. "If my Qin Wudao second, who below the Great Emperor would dare to claim first place?"

After speaking, Qin Wenhe's gaze, sharp as a knife, slowly swept over the crowd:

"I'm afraid no one would dare?"

"Hiss..."

Everyone gasped, unable to utter a single rebuttal this time.

Qin Wudao is indeed a monster.

But then everyone thought about it and realized something was wrong!

The older generation had Qin Wudao, and the new generation has Qin Wangchuan.

Then your Qin Clan...

Having thought this through, the group stopped pondering and instead shook their heads and clicked their tongues.

Envious, envious!

The deathly silence before the Dragon Language Stele Forest was suddenly broken.

"Tsk tsk tsk... Interesting." A hoarse voice came from the abyss, accompanied by the metallic scraping sound of chains being dragged.

Everyone turned around in horror, only to see four Shadow Figure slowly rising from the abyss from which the Fallen Dragon had emerged:

The first was Nine-Tailed Demon Fox, pure white, with ice lotuses blooming beneath its feet with every step it took; the second was Corpse Flood Dragon carrying Bronze Ancient Coffin, with putrid black blood seeping from the cracks in the coffin; the third was a monster with Human-Faced Spider's body, its eight compound eyes flashing with an eerie purple light; and the last was Golden Cicada only the size of a child, its wings covered with countless mouths and pupils.

"How many tens of thousands of years have passed..." The Nine-Tailed Fox licked its paws, looking mockingly at the cultivators who were slumped on the ground, "I didn't expect to find food right after waking up."

The ancient coffin behind the Corpse Flood Dragon suddenly shook violently, emitting a dull thud. "I hate Zither Music the most! Which little bug was that that just now?"

"It's him." The Human-Faced Spider extended its sharp limbs, pointing them directly at Qin Wangchuan, its mouthparts dripping corrosive venom. "I smell... a scent even more fragrant than dragon meat."

The Golden Cicada gently fluttered its wings, its pupils contracting simultaneously, and it emitted a clear, childlike laugh, "Hehehe... I've woken up just in time for Blood Food feast..."

Four monstrous Demon Qi intertwined and rose, eventually coalescing in the air into a blood-red net that Covering the Sky and Sun.

The Fallen Dragon that had previously driven everyone to despair now appeared like a cub before them.

"The Eleventh Realm... a transformed great demon?!" Someone gave a bitter laugh, "Below the Fallen Dragon, there must be a great demon, but how can there be four?! This kind of thing... this kind of thing is unheard of."

"We're doomed!"

Despair washed over the crowd like a tidal wave.

The key point is not the oppressive aura of the Eleventh Realm —but rather the meaning behind those four figures speaking human language.

He can speak human language, which is close to understanding the profound.

This is a powerful Demon Cultivator who has transformed into human form, comparable to Human Race at the Thirteenth Realm Supreme Being!

Although the four creatures before us only displayed the cultivation level of the Eleventh Realm, that was merely a weakened state after a long slumber.

They only need to devour a few Blood Food to rapidly restore their strength...

This is the reason for everyone's despair.

The Rogue Cultivator staggered backward, then turned and ran. "Run!"

The moment they took their first step, the Golden Cicada's compound eyes turned, and everyone felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave—an invisible pressure locked down every inch of space.

With a light sweep of its tail, the Nine-Tailed Fox instantly froze the retreating cultivators.

"What a disappointment." It squinted at the frozen expression of terror within the ice sculpture.

"Boom!"

The Black Mist that was shaken open by the ancient coffin of the Corpse Flood Dragon swept past, and the nearest cultivator instantly turned into a dried corpse and fell to the ground.

The Human-Faced Spider's venom eroded the ground, creating a honeycomb-like network of holes. Its eight compound eyes simultaneously locked onto Qin Wangchuan: "This... we'll save it for last."

It had just extended its segments when the Golden Cicada suddenly flapped its wings—

"Whoosh!"

A flash of golden light, and several of the Human-Faced Spider's forelimbs were severed at the root, spurting out dark green blood!

"Ah--!" The Human-Faced Spider let out a shrill roar, its eight compound eyes widening in disbelief as it stared at the Golden Cicada.

The Golden Cicada remained suspended in the air, its pupils on its wings shifting slightly. Its voice, still clear and melodious, carried an undeniable chill. "He is mine."

After he finished speaking, another golden light appeared.

The moment the golden light flashed, all eight compound eyes of the Human-Faced Spider contracted simultaneously, instinctively trying to retreat.

However, it was too late.

"No... S-Sir!"

With a muffled thud, the enormous body of the Human-Faced Spider exploded, turning into a cloud of dark green blood mist. Before the blood mist could even land, it was completely absorbed by the pupils on the Golden Cicada.

The whole process took no more than three breaths.

The Golden Cicada smacked its lips in satisfaction, "It's your honor to become nourishment for my molting!"

The Nine-Tailed Fox's tail froze instantly, and the Corpse Flood Dragon dared not utter a sound.

A deep sense of apprehension flashed in the eyes of the two powerful demons.

--The Golden Cicada is the strongest among these four transformed demons.

Originally there were four great demons, but in the blink of an eye, only three remained.

This dramatic turn of events has rekindled hope for many.

"Take advantage of their infighting—and escape!"