Several Spirit Transformation Stage Experts in the Demon Cultivation Sea

Furthermore, the eight Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivators leading the group were utterly unable to withstand the assault of a powerhouse at the Yingbian stage; the moment they made contact, these Nascent Soul cultivators perished on the spot.

Even their sect envoy suffered the same fate; upon touching the surge of energy, his body disintegrated into dust and vanished without a trace.

Only Zhao Chuanliang, at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage, remained, kneeling on the ground and trembling, his eyes filled with boundless terror.

Luo Chuan sat lazily atop the Blood Qilin, took a sip of strong liquor, and nodded. "Do you know why This Seat does not kill you?"

Dumbfounded and drenched in sweat, Zhao Chuanliang replied, "Th-this junior does not know..."

"The first thing you did upon seeing This Seat was to kneel. For that reason, I will spare you. As for the other elders and envoys of your Corpse Yin Sect, they must die."

Luo Chuan stretched lazily and continued, "This Seat is not a man who thirsts for slaughter, but if someone angers me, I cannot possibly let my enemies remain in this world. Do you understand?"

Zhao Chuanliang dared not refute these words; he kowtowed repeatedly to Luo Chuan to beg for mercy, his eyes filled with shock and fear.

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Luo Chuan ignored the Corpse Yin Sect Master Zhao Chuanliang and flew straight toward the direction of the Star-Shattering Chaos.

Watching Luo Chuan disappear, Zhao Chuanliang collapsed in despair, trembling, "An Exiled Immortal has descended... how terrifying."

On the way to the Star-Shattering Chaos, Luo Chuan rested his chin on one hand, staring quietly at the double-crossing Xu Liguo before him.

Xu Liguo was already trembling with fear, his face a mask of misery as he whined, "Master, I was wrong. I will never dare do it again. I was momentarily blinded by greed. I am guilty, I repent!"

"If you have any other ways to summon the Corpse Yin Sect, bring them out now. It just so happens that This Seat hasn't had a good slaughter in many years."

"Y-you knew all along?"

Xu Liguo stood frozen in place, stunned. Already terrified, he was scared half to death when he saw the jade flute in Luo Chuan's hand.

He simply threw himself at Luo Chuan's arm, wailing, "I was wrong, Master! Please, spare my lowly life!"

Luo Chuan glanced at the groveling Xu Liguo, let out a cold snort, and continued to steer the Blood Qilin toward the Star-Shattering Chaos.

When dealing with a turncoat like Xu Liguo, one had to be firm at times; otherwise, there was no telling what kind of outrageous things this fellow might do.

The Star-Shattering Chaos was a forbidden zone within the Demon Cultivation Sea. Even old monsters at the Nascent Soul stage would never return if they entered; only cultivators who had reached the Spirit Transformation stage could move through it unimpeded.

However, even a powerhouse at the Spirit Transformation stage could lose their life if they were not careful.

Luo Chuan looked at the Star-Shattering Chaos with a calm gaze, simultaneously expanding his divine sense to perfectly envelop the space. If the slightest danger occurred, he would be able to detect the situation immediately.

Time passed, and eventually, Luo Chuan arrived at the central region of the Star-Shattering Chaos.

There were many giant boulders here, each imbued with immense energy. Anyone who touched them, even a Nascent Soul cultivator, would be obliterated.

In the very center lay a special teleportation array. Because it was a relic from the ancient era, one had to use top-grade spirit stones to enter the Ancient God Land.

At the center of the array, Devil Lord Duanmu Ji had already been waiting for a long time, having clearly arrived several days in advance.

Seeing Luo Chuan approach, Duanmu Ji stood up and said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Luo Chuan, you have finally arrived."

Luo Chuan kept one hand behind his back and replied calmly, "A rare treasure like the Yingbian Pill—I imagine anyone would care quite a bit about it."

"Heh, that is only natural." Duanmu Ji stroked his beard and laughed. "If we cultivators can obtain the Yingbian Pill, our future achievements will be truly limitless."

"Besides, Fellow Daoist Luo Chuan is so young. Even without the pill, I imagine breaking through to the Yingbian stage is only a matter of time for you."

Luo Chuan glanced at the smiling tiger that was Duanmu Ji, understanding his subtext perfectly. It was clear that if they actually encountered the Yingbian Pill, he hoped Luo Chuan would yield it to an old man like him.

"When are we entering the Ancient God Land?"

"Do not be impatient. A few more old friends are on their way. Once they arrive, we can enter the Ancient God Land."

"Indeed. You are young, so you naturally do not know the dangers of the Ancient God Land. If you were not at the Spirit Transformation stage, you would have no qualifications to be here!"

These words did not come from Duanmu Ji, but from an old man in black who had suddenly arrived at Duanmu Ji's side with lightning speed.

The old man was tall and thin, with three strands of white hair on his chin fluttering in the wind. His face was filled with an ethereal, immortal air, and he held a horsetail whisk, looking every bit like a Daoist immortal.

His expression was somewhat kind. He nodded at Luo Chuan with a smile and said, "Fellow Daoist, this Ancient God Land is extremely perilous. Ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators will surely die upon entering, and even those at the Spirit Transformation stage have a high probability of their souls dissipating."

Duanmu Ji glanced at the approaching old man and said indifferently, "The Ancient Emperor, Master of the Heavenly Demon Cave, Spirit Transformation Early Stage. He looks like an immortal, but in reality, he is ruthless and has slaughtered countless cities."

Luo Chuan did not take this fellow to heart; a mere ant at the early Spirit Transformation stage was not worth his concern.

Just then, a dragon boat flew in from the distant horizon. Standing on the dragon's head was a man with handsome features, though his lips were thin, giving him an air of heartlessness.

He stood with his hands behind his back, head held high, dressed in a brocade robe with fragmented patterns embroidered in gold thread. His black hair hung loose over his shoulders, swaying in the wind along with his robes.

Behind him stood a young man, roughly twenty years of age, with an ordinary appearance, but his eyes occasionally flashed with an eerie red light.

As the dragon boat drew near, the man in red leaped down, and the young man behind him followed closely.

Upon landing, the man in red scanned his surroundings with cold eyes, his gaze lingering briefly on the array within the rocky terrain.

He then looked at Luo Chuan before finally fixing his eyes on Duanmu Ji. His tone was as cold as winter frost. "How lively!"

Duanmu Ji snorted with displeasure. "Devil Lord Six Desires, according to our agreement, you should have arrived earlier. Must you make us wait for you here?"

Devil Lord Six Desires ignored Duanmu Ji and walked up to Luo Chuan, deeply captivated by his appearance and temperament.

"I did not expect the world to produce such a handsome young man. I am truly surprised. If not for the fact that you have reached the Spirit Transformation stage, I would certainly make you stay by my side forever."