The End of Form Transformation

Silence. The eternal pain of demonic energy erosion, and the ice-fire tug-of-war between Buddha and demon deep within his consciousness—this was the entirety of Ming Xin's perception of existence.

Buried deep within the core of the Western turbid earth vein, the embryo named the "Slaughter Buddha Seal" lay like a stubborn stone abandoned in an endless abyss.

Only the layer of gray-white Nirvana Buddha Light flowing across its surface stubbornly flickered with faint radiance within the viscous, pitch-like chaos of demonic energy.

[Energy accumulation...45%...50%...55%...] The system's cold, mechanical prompt was the only measure of time in this eternal torment.

Ming Xin's consciousness drifted between deep slumber and the pain of waking. In each brief moment of clarity, he strained to circulate the calming and concentration techniques of his past life's Buddhist sect.

Not seeking transcendence, but to preserve his "self" from being utterly ground away amid this unending erosion and the pain of balance.

The girl's despairing eyes, the slaver's grinning face, the coldness of the dagger piercing in—these fragments of his past life became the final coordinates anchoring the existence of "Ming Xin."

"System...analyze...optimal energy absorption path..." In the gap between another wave of searing pain, he forced his will to transmit.

[Calculating...Current environment: High-concentration chaotic demonic energy, trace amounts of fractured earth vein spiritual energy, faint residual waves of kalpa Sha Qi. Optimal plan: Enhance the active devouring efficiency of the 'Killing Origin' against external demonic energy, using the 'Nirvana Buddha Light' as a purification furnace to increase energy conversion rate. Requires host to actively guide the Killing Law runes...]

Guide the Killing Law. Ming Xin's remaining consciousness gathered all its will.

He no longer passively endured the washing of that cold killing intent, but instead tried to understand, to communicate with the origin power deeply rooted in the core of the spiritual treasure.

It was a pure will of "termination"—cold, emotionless, severing all things. It distinguished not good from evil, only followed the law of existence: destruction was its Dao.

Hum...hum...

Inside the Slaughter Buddha Seal embryo, the dark gold Killing Law runes that had only been flowing spontaneously began to undergo subtle changes under the difficult guidance of Ming Xin's consciousness.

Like venomous snakes granted sentience, they became more agile, more aggressive.

The tips of the runes extending beyond the embryo's surface no longer simply passively resisted demonic energy erosion, but acted like countless greedy straws.

More actively, more ferociously, they stabbed into the surrounding viscous sea of demonic energy!

Chi chi chi—!

Chaotic demonic energy, several times fiercer than before, was forcibly drawn in, devoured!

Violent, icy, filth energy filled with the desire for destruction surged in wildly!

Ming Xin's consciousness was instantly drowned in even more intense agony, as if his soul had been cast into a boiling Netherworld Demon Flame!

"Nirvana...suppress!" He roared at the edge of mental collapse!

Deep within his soul, that spark of Buddha nature from his past life as the Buddha's Son, tempered to extraordinary resilience by endless suffering, erupted explosively, mixed with the Nirvana Dao Rhyme inherent in the "Slaughter Buddha Seal"!

The gray-white Nirvana Buddha Light blazed bright! No longer pure protection, it transformed into a cold furnace phantom, enveloping the embryo's core!

The violent demonic energy that surged in was forcibly dragged into this Buddha light bearing the will to end all things, burned, refined!

The destructive essence within the demonic energy was forcibly neutralized and annihilated by the Nirvana intent of the Buddha light, ultimately transforming into strands of extremely pure, cold, and strange energy that contained both the Buddha's nirvana and the demon's destruction.

Greedily absorbed by the core Killing Origin.

[Energy conversion efficiency increased by 17.8%...Energy accumulation speed increased...60%...65%...] The system's prompt became slightly faster.

This was a painful and slow process. Each active devouring was accompanied by the pain of a soul being torn apart.

Each Nirvana suppression felt like casting oneself into a furnace to be refined. But Ming Xin had no choice. This was the only path to survive in this dead land and ultimately break free from this "tool" form. Form Transformation!

Only by transforming into a human, possessing a true Dao Body, could he truly control his own fate, qualify to explore this vast Primordial World, and have the chance to fulfill his obsession with "killing to protect life."

Time passed amid endless pain and faint energy growth.

Unknown how many Primordial World years had passed. The gray-white Nirvana light membrane on the embryo's surface grew thicker and heavier, like a jade shell wrapping a strange stone egg.

The blurred sitting figure on the seal knob became clearer, its face still chaotic, but the Dao rhyme intertwining termination and life grew deeper and more restrained.

Under the continuous tempering of Buddha and demon energy, the Killing Origin became like a dark star slowly pulsing at the embryo's core, each pulse causing the demonic energy around the embryo to tremble in resonance.

Just as this long torment dragged on, one day—

Boom!!!

An indescribable, terrifying pressure, as if originating from the very source of the Primordial World's Heavenly Dao, pierced through endless earth vein rock layers, through the viscous sea of chaotic demonic energy, without warning.

Like an invisible sky curtain, it descended upon the entire Primordial World!

This pressure was supreme! Majestic beyond measure! Towering above all things!

Whether it was Ming Xin buried deep underground, Gods and Devils soaring through the nine heavens, or ancient great powers cultivating in hidden paradises—

At this moment, deep within their souls, they instinctively felt a trembling, as insignificant as dust, compelling them to bow in worship!

Then, a grand, indifferent voice, seemingly devoid of emotion yet clearly resounding through every corner of the Primordial World, every inch of space, deep within the consciousness of every living being, rolled forth like the sound of the Great Dao:

"Reclining on nine layers of clouds, the mat comprehends the true Dao. Beyond Heaven and Earth's yellow and black, I shall be the Lord of Teachings. Pangu gave birth to the Supreme Ultimate, two forms and four symbols follow. One Dao passed to three friends, two sects—Chan and Jie—divide. Leader of the Mystic Gate, one Qi transforms into Hongjun."

"I am Hongjun. I have now attained the Dao and become a Saint."

Feeling that heaven and earth's teachings were incomplete, I shall, three thousand years hence, within the chaos beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, at Purple Cloud Palace, expound the Primordial Dao and elucidate the path to sainthood.

All fated beings of the Primordial World may come and listen!"

As the voice faded, the vast saintly might receded like a tidal wave, but the information it carried stirred an unprecedented, earth-shaking storm across the Primordial World!

Sage! Attaining the Dao and becoming a sage! Primordial Dao! Opportunity for sainthood!

Every word struck like a thunderclap of creation, detonating in the hearts of all sentient beings!

In an instant, the entire Primordial World erupted! Countless ancient existences who had cultivated in seclusion for eons jolted awake from slumber, their gazes burning as they fixed upon the illusory realm beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens!

One after another, overwhelming auras—some domineering, some ethereal, some icy—soared into the sky, carrying their masters' excitement and longing as they tore through the void.

Transforming into billions of streaks of light, like moths drawn to a flame, they madly surged toward the mysterious depths of chaos!

Purple Cloud Palace! Listening to the Dao! Opportunity for sainthood! This was a monumental event capable of reshaping the Primordial World's landscape and determining the course of the boundless kalpas to come!

Yet all this clamor, upheaval, yearning, and strife seemed utterly irrelevant to the core of the Western lands' polluted earth veins.

The embryo of the "Slaughter Buddha Seal," still writhing in agony, remained untouched.

The terrifying saintly might descended and receded like a hurricane sweeping across the deep sea, causing the sea of Demonic Energy enveloping Ming Xin to churn violently for a moment.

It even sent ripples through the Nirvana light membrane of his embryonic shell—but that was all.

Hongjun's Dao song entered his consciousness with crystal clarity, every word striking like a great bell or a massive drum.

Sage? Purple Cloud Palace? Preaching the Dao?

Ming Xin's consciousness, after a brief shock, swiftly returned to icy calm.

"The Sage's path... the Primordial Dao." A trace of bitterness spread through his consciousness. What an unreachable realm that was! A fate reserved for the Primordial World's most top-tier powers!

And him? He was merely an Innate Spiritual Treasure embryo, buried deep in demonic soil, unable to control even his own form, struggling to survive amidst pain!

Even Form Transformation was a distant dream—how could he traverse the perilous chaos to reach Purple Cloud Palace?

The so-called "fated ones" were certainly not beings like him, whose very existence hung by a thread.

The news of Hongjun's sainthood, like a stone cast into a deep pool, stirred a ripple in his consciousness before quickly sinking.

Far from bringing hope, it acted like a cold mirror, reflecting the absolute insignificance and despair of his current situation.

A vast chasm loomed before him—a life-level abyss!

"What has that to do with me!" Ming Xin's remnant will erupted with even fiercer stubbornness and defiance.

It even carried a hint of malice stirred by this immense gap. "Listen to the Dao? Become a sage? First, survive! First... take form!"

He utterly crushed the faint fantasy brought by Hongjun's sainthood! All distracting thoughts were forcibly suppressed, and his consciousness plunged even more madly into the endless tug-of-war between Buddha and demon within his body.

The Slaughter rune's devouring grew fiercer! The Nirvana Buddha Light's refining burned more intensely!

He no longer thought of sage preaching or Primordial fate—he had only one primal, urgent desire: to break free from this embryonic shell! To stand between heaven and earth as a "human"!

[Energy accumulation... 85%... 90%... 95%...] The system's prompt seemed to quicken slightly, its cold tone carrying an unusual undercurrent.

The clamor of the outside Primordial World, the impending grand event at Purple Cloud Palace, seemed utterly sealed off.

In this forgotten depth of the Western demonic lands, only that gray, stone-egg-like embryo emitted an increasingly intense, cold, and murderous fluctuation amidst eternal stillness and filth.

The energy within the embryo, under Ming Xin's almost self-destructive active devouring and Nirvana refining, finally reached an unprecedented critical point!

Hum—!

The embryo itself began to emit a low resonance! The gray-white Nirvana light membrane on its surface churned violently, like boiling water!

The silhouette of the seated figure on the seal knob suddenly sharpened, radiating a tangible pressure! The core Killing Origin dark star.

Blazed with light, each pulse like a war drum, causing the surrounding space to groan under the strain!

The vast energy accumulated over countless eons finally burst beyond the embryo's capacity to contain!

And at that very moment—

Boom!!!

Above the Western polluted earth veins, the eternal, leaden demon clouds were forcibly torn apart by an invisible force born of heavenly law!

A terrifying tribulation cloud, covering an unknown expanse of millions of miles, gathered at visible speed amidst deafening thunder!

The tribulation cloud was not the usual pitch-black or purple, but a chilling, eerie grayish tone!

As if mixed with countless particles of Nirvana dust and coagulated blood!

The cloud layers were thick, stacked upon each other, with countless gray-white thunder dragons as massive as mountain ranges rolling and roaring within!

These bolts of lightning lacked scorching heat or explosive destruction; instead, they radiated a deathly chill that ended all things, froze souls, and extinguished all Life Force!

Even more horrifying, amidst the deathly gray-white thunder.

Faintly interwoven were strands of viscous, ink-black electric serpents, exuding chaos and destruction—alien demonic lightning drawn by the dense Demonic Energy of this place, merging into the heavenly tribulation!

An unprecedented, cold, murderous heavenly might, bearing the dual will of Nirvana's end and chaotic destruction.

Descended like billions of icebergs, crashing down! It locked firmly onto the being about to break out of its shell deep within the earth veins!

The Slaughter Buddha Seal's Form Transformation tribulation—the Nirvana Demonic Tribulation! Descended!

Deep beneath the earth, Ming Xin's consciousness had never been clearer. He could clearly "see" the tribulation cloud hanging overhead, radiating an aura of endless destruction and finality!

That terrifying heavenly might pierced even the thick layers of earth and the viscous Demonic Energy, striking directly at his soul's origin, bringing with it a primal terror born from the very instinct of life!

Yet in his heart, there was no fear—only a resolve burning nearly to the point of ignition!

"Three thousand years of struggle... endless agony... what I've been waiting for... is this day!"

All his will, all his power, all his pain and unwillingness, coalesced into one unshakable conviction, like a drawn sword aimed straight at the heavens!

"Heavenly tribulation... come!"