Translator: AnubisTL
Half a year later, in the Cloud Marsh Domain, a purple-haired youth in a black robe soared through the air.
This great domain was completely unfamiliar to Fan Tong. Not even Li Qing himself had ever set foot in this region.
"That Gold Fire Mark is crucial for Brother's awakening," Fan Tong said, his eyes burning with determination. "I must obtain it, no matter what."
He and Li Qing had relied on each other since their humble beginnings, and Li Qing had always been the one to care for him, sacrificing so much along the way.
Now, Fan Tong knew it was his turn to act.
The Cloud Marsh Domain was a vast expanse of interconnected waterways, resembling scattered clouds stretching across the sky. The domain took its name from the frequent reflections of these celestial formations in the waters below.
The spiritual energy throughout the domain was sparse, even thinner than in the Azure Ridge Domain.
Fan Tong quickly recalled the intelligence his sect had provided.
During the demonic cataclysm, the Cloud Marsh Domain had been utterly devastated by ancient demons, nearly falling completely under their control.
This catastrophe had left the domain's cultivation environment in ruins.
"So the intel was accurate," Fan Tong mused. "This is good news for me. A weakened cultivation environment means the cultivators at the Western Heaven Pavilion will struggle to advance." His eyes shone with clarity. If not for the pair of tiger ears peeking through his purple hair, he would have resembled a refined young master from a secular world.
After orienting himself, Fan Tong flew toward the heart of the Cloud Marsh Domain, meticulously maintaining the fabricated identity his sect had provided.
"I am now the Heavenly Tiger King, a demon king from the demon realm who delights in collecting rare and wondrous treasures from across the world."
"Having recently undergone transformation, I seek to explore the Human Realm, visit secluded realms and scenic wonders, and forge connections with fellow daoists."
Fan Tong repeated his persona several times before surging forward, piercing through dense layers of mist.
Suddenly, a spatial disturbance rippled through the air nearby.
Startled, Fan Tong initially assumed it was a battle between cultivators. However, the spatial fluctuations quickly subsided.
Though tempted to investigate, he ultimately decided against it, fearing complications. He focused instead on reaching his destination.
Yet while Fan Tong remained oblivious, others had their own designs.
In the area where the spatial disturbance had originated, a cultivator shrouded in mist murmured, "This shouldn't be. This domain was once breached by the demon realm. Why is the spatial stability so absurdly high? It's utterly unsuitable for ascension."
"Let's check elsewhere. Perhaps we should investigate those spatial nodes breached by the demon realm."
As he spoke, the man suddenly let out a soft "hmm," as if he had sensed something.
"Hmm? Demon aura!"
"A demon king, likely a native great demon. I'll capture it and ask where the Demonic Realm Rift opened. That'll save me the trouble of searching aimlessly and wasting time."
With that, the black mist enveloping him rippled and merged into the surrounding clouds.
Fan Tong, who was hurrying along his path, soon noticed that the pristine white clouds around him were gradually turning black.
His expression darkened, and he accelerated his escape.
But in the next moment, the surrounding black mist intensified, engulfing the entire region.
"Heh heh, Little Daoist of the demon race, let me ask you something: where did the Demonic Realm Rift open in this domain?" A voice echoed through the black mist.
Fan Tong's heart jolted with alarm. The voice carried an overwhelming sense of danger, a primal warning inherent to demon beasts.
"Senior, I don't know where the Demonic Realm Rift opened. I only arrived in this domain recently," Fan Tong replied cautiously, fearing he might provoke the other party.
As the words faded, the swirling black mist parted to reveal a figure slowly emerging.
"Hmm, a Heavenly Demon Tiger? That's rare... Wait, this Tiger Bone in your body is transplanted!"
A sharp glint pierced through the enveloping black mist, instantly discerning Fan Tong's true nature.
Fan Tong felt his fur bristle, his unease intensifying.
"Esteemed senior of the human race," Fan Tong said cautiously, "would you please let me leave? I have urgent matters to attend to!"
Kun Yuan ignored him, muttering to himself, "A Fifth-Tier Heavenly Demon Tiger Bone... Pity your original bloodline is too weak to fully unlock its potential."
Fan Tong dared not speak, for the truth of the matter was undeniable.
Ever since surviving his transformation tribulation, he had remained in a deep, unbroken slumber, desperately trying to adapt to this Fifth-Tier Heavenly Demon Tiger Bone. This was no short-term endeavor; it would inevitably take a very long time.
"How intriguing," the black-mist man murmured. "You haven't fully refined this Fifth-Tier Tiger Bone, yet you've already achieved transformation. Truly remarkable."
"Young friend of the demon race," he continued softly, "would you consider becoming my disciple? I could help you completely refine the Heavenly Demon Tiger Bone within you."
Hearing these words, Fan Tong felt a flicker of temptation. His inability to fully refine the Heavenly Demon Tiger Bone had become a major obstacle to his progress.
If he could completely assimilate it, his strength would skyrocket, and he might even have a chance at reaching the Divine Transformation stage in the future.
However, he was unsure what the man meant by "becoming his disciple," so he couldn't help but ask, "What exactly do you mean by that?"
"Heh, naturally, you would become my demon pet. I don't take disciples, and my dao lineage is only suitable for the human race, not demons."
"Rest assured, becoming my pet beast has many advantages. In two hundred years, I can even bring you along for ascension, allowing you to witness the wonders of the upper realm."
As he spoke, the misty figure extended a hand, condensing a mass of black mist that lunged toward Fan Tong.
"Aow!"
Fan Tong's fur stood on end as he immediately transformed into his true form, his deep purple tiger fur bristling.
But the black mist was impossibly viscous, making escape impossible. Once ensnared, it felt like sinking into thick, inescapable mud.
"Heh, don't be so quick to refuse. Don't you want to ascend to the upper realm? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that countless others would kill for!" the misty figure chuckled, tightening the black mist's grip on Fan Tong.
(End of the Chapter)
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