Cloud-Touching Valley.
On a stretch of level ground, over a thousand people sat cross-legged.
The people on the outermost ring were all at the tenth level of the Nascent Soul Realm. There were an enormous number of them, at least eight or nine hundred.
The people in the inner ring were uniformly Spirit Transformation cultivators.
There were around a hundred of them, and their cultivation was generally at the first level of the Spirit Transformation Realm.
They were arranged in a circle, their hands forming seals as wisps of gray smoke rose from above their heads and drifted toward the center.
At the center sat a strange-looking old man in gray robes. He sat cross-legged with his hands in a seal, inhaling the wisps of gray smoke into his mouth with every breath.
The old man in gray had features somewhat resembling those of a macaque. Sparse red fur covered his skin, his ears were pointed, and his body was exceptionally burly.
The aura around him was increasing at a speed that far surpassed ordinary cultivation.
The next moment.
The old man in gray cracked his eyelids open. Looking at the thousand-odd cultivators around him, he cursed with a twisted expression, "Damn it all! After this old man broke through to the Spirit Transformation Realm, my physical body actually changed, and now I can no longer raise my cultivation by devouring Yin Corpse Puppet Bodies..."
"Yin Spirit Child, you are now half-demon. What an honor that is!"
An aged voice sounded from within his body.
Yin Spirit Child frowned, staring at the Yin Corpse Pearl in his dantian as a ferocious gleam flickered in his eyes. "Who are you? Why can you speak to me through the Yin Corpse Pearl?"
"We are the same as you—half-demons."
A gentle male voice