In the depths of the secret chamber of the Emotionless Dao Main Peak, only a bronze candlestick flickered with dim light.
The candle flame flickered in the damp air, casting Chen Sheng's shadow long and short against the black stone walls covered with demon patterns, like a dancing ghostly figure.
He sat quietly on a Cold Jade Meditation Mat, his eyes showing a deep purple-black hue.
This was the sign of "Celestial Demon Emotionless Strategy" operating at its peak, where demonic qi and divine soul blended. Deep within his pupils, faint demon patterns flowed, resembling countless tiny black insects squirming within.
"Half-Saint Bloodline, born at the peak of Tier Three, and protected by a Divinity Transformation Realm great-grandfather, the Golden Feather Demon Venerable, mastering Yin Yang and the Power of the Five Elements..."
"Such treatment truly makes one a favored child of the heavens."
Compared to the smooth sailing of a Demon Race body, Chen Sheng's 30-plus years in the Emotionless Dao with his human body were like walking on the edge of a knife.
Chen Sheng slowly closed his eyes, introspecting himself.
Within his Dantian, three hundred fifty-five drops of ink-colored liquid mana rotated slowly along the trajectory of the spell, each drop like concentrated ink, exuding dense demonic qi.
These ink drops formed an incomplete ring within the Dantian, just ten drops away from the three hundred sixty-five needed for Foundation Establishment Perfection.
"Although 'Celestial Demon Emotionless Strategy' isn't precisely exquisite, filled with hostility and flaws, at the Foundation Establishment level, it is indeed a top-tier cultivation technique."
He thought to himself, feeling the violent power contained in the mana:
"If not for the Emotionless Daoist's calculations in advance, given one more year, I would surely achieve Foundation Establishment Perfection and begin attacking the Golden Core Realm."
"By then..."
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Thinking of his current predicament, Chen Sheng slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, the ink-colored breath condensing into a wisp before his lips, twisting like a living thing for a moment before silently dispersing, leaving a faint fishy smell in the air.
"It seems I should leave too!"
He mumbled to himself, his consciousness sinking deep into his body.
At the location of his heart, lay a Void Talisman invisible to the naked eye—a "Great Void Shifting Talisman" refined over thirty years using the secret technique of the "Four Seas Void Transformation Atlas", integrating countless void runes.
The talisman was in a solid state, like a transparent glazed bead, less than half an inch in diameter, perfectly embedded next to the heart within the gaps of his meridians, merging with the surrounding flesh and meridians.
Even a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, also mastering the Void Domain, would find it extremely difficult to discover unless probing closely, let alone an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator like the Emotionless Daoist, who only knew the superficial aspects of void techniques.
"Once this talisman is activated, it can tear the void, enabling a mid-range shift of a million miles, making it impossible for any cultivator below late-stage Nascent Soul to intercept."
Chen Sheng understood in his heart this was his final escape route, initially intended as a trump card, yet unexpectedly put to use in advance.
Truth be told, Chen Sheng had no wish to flee so hastily.
His initial plan was to cultivate to mid to late-stage Golden Core, relying on the foundation of his past life's Nascent Soul Great Perfection, paired with his already exposed understanding of the flaws within the "Celestial Demon Emotionless Strategy", enough to directly defeat and obliterate the Dharma Body of the Emotionless Daoist.
Then, he would have set up the Void Domain in advance, locking the opponent's Nascent Soul, reverse the Demon Seed's operation, and completely devour the Emotionless Daoist's cultivation and divine soul, transforming it into resources for restoring his Nascent Soul strength.
This way, not only would he avenge himself against being manipulated, but also rapidly improve his power, achieving two goals with one move.
But plans can never keep up with changes, and he still overestimated the patience of the Emotionless Daoist. The "Demon Planting Technique" of the opponent was even cruder than he had deduced.
He originally thought the opponent would at least wait until he achieved Golden Core Perfection, ensuring a complete fusion of the Demon Seed with his divine soul before proceeding with the Demon Planting and body snatching.
To his surprise, the opponent wasn't even willing to wait until the Golden Core Realm, or perhaps, couldn't wait—the technique was flawed, making the Demon Planting process exponentially harder post-Golden Core!
Just recently, under the deliberate guidance of the Emotionless Daoist, he "deviated", slaughtering his puppet parents of this life.
Decades of deliberately woven gentle dreams were ultimately shattered by his own hands, becoming sacrifices for "Demon Planting".
And all of this was merely a setup by the Emotionless Daoist.
After killing the puppet parents, Chen Sheng was trapped in this secret chamber—the opponent claimed it was for him to "settle the Heart Demon and stabilize the Dao Foundation," when in fact, it was to leverage the Demon Gathering Array within the chamber to forcibly catalyze the demonic embryo at his brow, prematurely completing the Demon Planting and possession.
Chen Sheng sneered inwardly: "Eager for quick results, truly deserving of Demon Dao methods!"
If not for him having prepared the Void Talisman in advance, he would likely have already become the opponent's "vessel", his divine soul fully devoured.
Outside the enclosed chamber, the Emotionless Daoist was standing in a dim room, his gaze fixed on the crystal mirror before him.
In the crystal mirror, the image of Chen Sheng sitting quietly was reflected. The demonic aura around him fluctuated unpredictably, sometimes raging as if to tear the void, other times restrained as a deathly silent deep pool. However, the faint black demonic embryo mark on his forehead had yet to solidify into a physical form.
The Emotionless Daoist couldn't help but furrow his brows tightly, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the table, a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes:
"Could it be that I miscalculated?"
"This kid is truly so emotionless, even slaughtering his own parents without a ripple in his heart, unable to provoke even a heart demon... A born seedling for the Demon Dao?"
At this thought, a sense of regret inexplicably rose in his heart:
"With such talent and disposition, if well cultivated, he might become the next pillar of my Emotionless Dao...I'm somewhat reluctant to perform a soul exchange."
But just as this thought arose, he forcibly suppressed it—compared to the future of the Emotionless Dao, his own path was more important.
Although the demon planting technique had gone awry, making it difficult to break through to the mid-stage Nascent Soul.
As long as the nascent demonic embryo could coagulate, and he successfully executed the soul exchange, he could quickly regain Nascent Soul power, saving decades in time.
But the next moment, the scene in the crystal mirror made his pupils constrict sharply, his whole body's demonic aura surged instantly.
Just as Chen Sheng slowly raised his hand, his fingertips emitting a faint silver-blue light, he opened his mouth slightly and spat out a transparent bead.
The bead's surface flowed with extremely faint void ripples, emitting a space fluctuation that made one's heart palpitate. Even through the crystal mirror, the Emotionless Daoist could feel that familiar void undulation.
"This is... a Void Talisman?!"
The Emotionless Daoist realized for the first time that things had long been beyond his control. How could the other party, clearly cultivating under his own nose, have obtained this Void Talisman?
After all, he was a Nascent Soul Monster who had lived for hundreds of years. His actions were extremely decisive. Almost the instant he saw the bead clearly, he raised his hand and launched a palm strike towards the direction of the enclosed chamber.
The void twisted violently, and a gigantic hand covered with black demonic aura appeared out of nowhere, densely packed with demon patterns, bringing the terrifying pressure of an early-stage Nascent Soul, grabbing towards Chen Sheng's location.
It was his renowned "Void Grand Capture."
However, the moment the gigantic void hand descended, it only grasped a faint shadow.
In the enclosed chamber, Chen Sheng had long vanished, only a trace of his aura lingering on the Cold Jade Meditation Mat and the faint void fluctuation remaining in the air.
Soon after, a wild laugh emanated from the void, carrying a hint of mockery and relief, echoing by the Emotionless Daoist's ear:
"Master, you were ultimately a step too slow! When I wish to leave, the path is under my feet!"
The Emotionless Daoist stood dazed in place, looking at the empty enclosed chamber in the crystal mirror, his face instantly turning livid.
He suddenly operated his Divine Sense, attempting to sense the restriction he left on Chen Sheng, only to find that the restriction had long vanished completely, as if it had never existed.
"Impossible! He is merely late-stage Foundation Establishment, how could he have such exquisite void means?!"
He suddenly punched the stone wall, which shattered with a roar, the fragments splattering, leaving cracks on the crystal mirror:
"Where did this Void Talisman come from?! Who is secretly aiding him?!"
He frantically unleashed his Divine Sense, sweeping over the entire Emotionless Dao Main Peak like a massive net, extending even a thousand miles away, yet not capturing a trace of Chen Sheng's aura.
The "Great Void Shifting Talisman" had long torn through the void, transporting Chen Sheng a million miles away, completely beyond his control.
Meanwhile, in a barren mountain forest a million miles away, the void suddenly rippled with a silver-blue wave, like a water surface being broken.
Chen Sheng's figure tumbled out from the ripple, staggering back a few steps before steadying himself.
His black Daoist robe was covered in dust, and a trace of blood remained at the corner of his mouth—forcefully activating the Void Talisman was no small burden for someone at late-stage Foundation Establishment.
He raised his head, looking at the azure sky above, feeling the breath of freedom, raising his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, a cold glint flashing in his eyes:
"These thirty years of 'master-disciple bond' with the old Emotionless ghost, I have noted it, now it's my turn."
Another few years passed, and at the Peng Demon Cliff of the Great Wilderness Demon Court,
a red-gold figure flitted swiftly between the cliffs, soaring majestically—a magnificent Golden-Winged Roc with wings nearly ten feet long. Each flap brought forth a howling gale.
"Screeeeech——"
The Golden-Winged Roc let out a crisp cry, its voice penetrating the clouds, carrying the power fluctuations of the peak of Tier Three.
The Yin-Yang Power around its body suddenly swirled like two invisible vortices, thoroughly "combing" the surrounding air!
The air currents and fierce winds that might have hindered flight immediately became gentle and smooth under the embrace of the Yin-Yang Power, posing no obstacle.
It was like a golden lightning bolt, sometimes diving to the cliff bottom, sweeping past turbulent streams, sometimes ascending to the cliff peak, alongside the cloud sea.
Occasionally, it would hover in the air, and when its wings spread out, countless slender Five Elements Sword Qi shot from its wingtips, slicing the clouds into neat fragments, fully displaying the might of its Half-Saint Bloodline.
Just as Chen Sheng was enjoying himself, taking in the innate power, a gentle telepathic message suddenly resonated in his mind with familiar concern:
"Huan'er, Huan'er!"
With a start, Chen Sheng slowed the flapping of his wings and then flew towards the top of Peng Demon Cliff.
He had genuine affection for his parents in this life—Peng Demon Emperor and Peacock Emperor.
During the thirty-five years they nurtured him, the couple searched the Great Wilderness for rare Spiritual Objects, from Tier Four "Seven-Colored Lotus Dew" to Tier Four "Phoenix Blood Spirit Fruit"... each worth cities of gold.
Even for the Peng Demon Emperor and his wife, who were Tier Four Demon Emperors, it was a significant expense. If these Spiritual Objects were converted into resources, even selling Emotionless Daoist and the entire Path of Emotion Destruction wouldn't be enough to buy them.
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After he was born, this protection only intensified!
Whenever he wanted to eat Spirit Fruit, someone would immediately fetch it from the Treasure Vault; when he wanted to cultivate, Peng Demon Emperor would personally teach him the Roc Clan Secret Techniques; when he wanted to play, Peacock Emperor would accompany him to famous mountains and rivers in the core areas of the Demon Court...
He had everything he could desire, truly spoiled!
Over the years, through the bloodline inheritance of the Demon Race and the clan's ancient texts, Chen Sheng finally learned about the descendant who introduced the Chen Clan bloodline to the core of the Demon Court—it was his youngest son, whom he had raised in his third life!
He thought they were separated by life and death, but to his surprise, there was an unexpected joy... This bond transcending reincarnation added another layer of emotional connection to his love for the Peng Demon Emperor and his wife, built on accumulation from a past life.
...
On the platform at the cliff top stood two figures, Peng Demon Emperor in his golden Peng Robe, with handsome features and a light gold gleam at the Peng Bird mark between his brows.
Beside him, Peacock Emperor wore five-colored palace attire, poised and gentle, holding a Jade Disc filled with Spirit Fruit—the very parents who had summoned him.
Soon, Little Golden Roc flew to the top of the Peng Demon Cliff, flapping his wings to land in front of the couple. The Demon Power around him gradually receded, and with a flash of light, he transformed into a young boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old.
He was dressed in a golden brocade robe, his hair gleaming like red gold, and at the center of his brow, the Peng Bird mark and Yin Yang Five Elements Runes faintly appeared. His features inherited the refinement of Peacock Emperor and the majestic air of Peng Demon Emperor—it was the human form of Chen Sheng.
He bowed to the couple, his voice clear: "Father, Mother."
Peng Demon Emperor and Peacock Emperor exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with deep affection—watching their child mature from a mere embryo to a vibrant young man, a pride and gratification beyond words.
In the midst of their love, there was an indescribable trace of reluctance. Peacock Emperor even discreetly raised a hand to rub her eyes, as if to conceal her emotions.
Ultimately, Peng Demon Emperor gave a light cough, purposely putting on a stern face, trying to sound serious:
"Huan'er, just now your great-grandfather sent a telepathic message, asking you to go to Golden Feather Peak tomorrow and stay by his side for cultivation."
Peacock Emperor also put away her reluctance and stepped forward, gently stroking Chen Sheng's hair, her voice tender:
"Huan'er, your great-grandfather is the only Demon Venerable in the Great Wilderness Demon Court. Having him personally guide you is an opportunity that many Demon Emperors can only dream of—over the years, aside from your aunt (the Eldest Princess), no other junior in the clan has had this fortune."
As she spoke, she handed the Jade Disc in her hands to Chen Sheng. "These are your favorite 'Crystal Cold Fruits,' take them with you on the road."
Seeing the reluctance and anticipation in his parents' eyes, Chen Sheng felt the warmth of their love, nodded obediently:
"I understand. I will not disappoint Great-Grandfather and my parents. At Golden Feather Peak, I will cultivate diligently and strive to become a Demon Emperor soon."
Peng Demon Emperor, seeing him so understanding, couldn't help but soften his stern face, raising a hand to pat his shoulder:
"Good! As expected from my child, the son of the Peng Demon Emperor! Tomorrow, I will personally take you to Golden Feather Peak and tell you about your great-grandfather's cultivation stories on the way."
"Yes!"
...
The following morning, Golden Feather Peak of the Great Wilderness Demon Court was bathed in golden sunlight.
At the summit stood an extraordinarily magnificent palace—the entire palace was crafted from Yin Yang Golden Essence, with the eaves adorned with the carvings of a Golden Roc Illusion, and the roof inlaid with dozens of fist-sized Seven-Colored Spirit Beads, making the palace appear like an Illusion Realm.
On either side of the palace gates, two towering Golden Roc statues stood, their forms surrounded by a faint Dao Rhyme, as if ready to soar into the sky at any moment.
"Come in!"
A voice suddenly sounded outside the hall, without any deliberate effort, yet it resonated like the harmony of heaven and earth, echoing in the ears of Chen Sheng and the Peng Demon Emperor, carrying an awe-inspiring majesty.
The Peng Demon Emperor took a deep breath, adjusted the golden Peng Robe on his body, and walked slowly into the palace with Chen Sheng.
Inside the palace, it was even more expansive than it appeared from the outside. The floor was paved with bricks made of Golden Pattern Jade, with each brick engraved with different runes.
There were no candles inside the hall, but it was illuminated by a floating golden orb in the center, surrounded by black and white streams of air, the embodiment of the Yin Yang Dao Principle.
Beneath the orb, an elder dressed in a Yin Yang Daoist Robe sat cross-legged on a Jade Couch; it was none other than the Golden Feather Demon Venerable.
Dao Rhyme flowed around him, with black and white currents slowly intertwining beside him, sometimes transforming into a Peng Bird spreading its wings, sometimes into Yin-Yang Twin Fish, as if the place he occupied was the center of the universe.
Chen Sheng's gaze landed on him and could no longer be averted—the attraction stemming from the Dao Principle was too powerful, as if it was drawing his consciousness into it.
The Peng Demon Emperor hurriedly stepped forward, bowed respectfully to the Golden Feather Demon Venerable, and said respectfully:
"Grandson greets Grandfather!"
But as soon as he bent over, he noticed Chen Sheng standing beside him with a "stunned" expression, his eyes fixed on the Golden Feather Demon Venerable, forgetting even to salute.
He became anxious at once—being disrespectful before the Demon Venerable was a grave offense! He instinctively raised his hand to pull Chen Sheng, intending to remind him to salute, even calculating in his mind how to explain to his grandfather.
Just then, the Golden Feather Demon Venerable slowly raised his hand, his sleeve gently waving, and a faint black Yin Yang Power suddenly flew out from his sleeve, like two invisible large hands, enveloping the Peng Demon Emperor in one sweep.
A ripple appeared in the void, like the surface of the water being broken, and the next moment, the figure of the Peng Demon Emperor vanished from the palace, leaving behind a remnant shadow that was flung away.
Almost simultaneously, a telepathic voice filled with frustration sounded in the mind of the Peng Demon Emperor:
"Scram! Huan'Er will stay with me! It's rare to have such a well-behaved child, and it's only a matter of time before you two spoil him rotten!"
The Peng Demon Emperor, flung thousands of miles away, staggered to land on a cloud, but his heart secretly relaxed—his grandfather's willingness to keep Huan'Er meant he was pleased with the child.
Upon hearing those words, he couldn't help but twitch his lips, feeling full of discontent in his heart. He only had one child, incredibly talented, obedient, and clever; what's wrong with doting on him a bit?
Others wouldn't even have the chance to spoil him!
Yet the little devil of a Peng Demon Emperor could not dare to refute in the face of the great devil that was the Golden Feather Demon Venerable. Only able to lift his head, twist his neck, and fly toward Peng Demon Cliff with his head held high,
Within the palace, the gaze of the Golden Feather Demon Venerable returned to Chen Sheng, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes as he nodded inwardly:
"Such great character, such great comprehension!"
He was well aware of the bloodline traits of the Golden-winged Roc Race—their bloodline was immensely domineering, filled with a ferocious nature that devours heaven and earth, often making it difficult for the newborn's will to resist the force of the bloodline, easily swayed by its ferocity, resulting in extremely ferocious characters.
Just like the Peng Demon Emperor, when young, his bloodline's ferocity erupted, and he swallowed tens of thousands of Demon Snakes, causing the Myriad Snake Emperor to personally go to the Demon Court to plead, until he achieved the rank of Demon Emperor, only then did his nature gradually become restrained.
But the "Peng Huan" before him was able to maintain clarity under the pressure of his Dao Rhyme, even actively comprehending the Dao Principle. Such extraordinary character, unaffected by the bloodline's ferocity, was extremely rare in the history of the Golden-winged Roc Race.
The last one who could overcome the influence of the bloodline and reach such heights was himself—back then, it was also by relying on this character that he managed the transformation of the Primordial Spirit, ultimately breaking through to the realm of Demon Venerable.
For this character alone, he was willing to impart everything, not to mention that this child also carries the rare Half-Saint bloodline, with limitless future achievements.
Thinking of this, the Golden Feather Demon Venerable's heart stirred, and the Dao Rhyme around him suddenly became more intense.
The black and white Yin Yang Power spread from his being, unfurling slowly within the palace—the black Yin Power transformed into a myriad of stars, representing void and annihilation, while the white Yang Power formed a blazing sun, representing vitality and explosion.
Amidst the interweaving Yin Yang Power, countless tiny Dao Runes flowed, each rune containing profound mysteries, as if the entire Yin and Yang Great Dao had been condensed into this palace.
A faint smile appeared on his lips, his voice gentle yet filled with expectation:
"I am eager to see how much you can comprehend from my Dao Principle."
Chen Sheng snapped back from his "stupor"—he wasn't being disrespectful earlier, but was involuntarily drawn by the Dao Rhyme surrounding the Golden Feather Demon Venerable, subconsciously beginning to comprehend.
Now, feeling the Dao Principle unfolded by the Demon Venerable, his heart surged with excitement, quickly bowing deeply to the Golden Feather Demon Venerable, speaking with respect:
"Thank you, Great Ancestor, for your guidance!"
After speaking, he sat cross-legged on the bricks, closed his eyes, and concentrated on comprehending the surrounding Yin Yang Dao Rhyme.
In the palace, the golden orb continued to hover, the Yin Yang Power flowing gently, as the Golden Feather Demon Venerable sat on the Jade Couch, gazing at Chen Sheng below with gentle eyes.
Meanwhile, Chen Sheng's consciousness had already submerged into the world of Yin Yang Dao Rhyme, beginning to explore his own path of Yin and Yang.
His bloodline talent was top-tier, possessing the power of the Five Elements and Yin Yang, and his comprehension of the power of the Five Elements surpassed that of his past life's Five Elements Celestial Grade Spiritual Root.
However, his talent for Yin Yang exceeded even the Five Elements, and at this moment, comprehending the Yin Yang Dao Rhyme was as smooth as a fish in water, this was also the hidden benefit attached to the [Yin Yang Divine Soul].
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