In the cave, time seemed to stand still.
In the blink of an eye, more than nine months had passed.
During this period, King Yellow Wind devoured the flesh and blood of the three demon beasts.
His cultivation improved dramatically, completing a second metamorphosis. His demonic energy condensed into a demon core within his body, marking his ascension to the rank of Great Demon!
For the demon race, cultivation is not divided into standard realms but rather categorized as Lesser Demon, Great Demon, Demon General, Demon King, and Demon Saint.
Newly transformed demons are Lesser Demons.
Condensing a demon core and having over 500 years of cultivation makes one a Great Demon.
A thousand years of cultivation elevates a demon to a Demon General.
Achieving demonic immortality grants the title of Demon King.
Demon Saints, comparable to great sages and bodhisattvas, are exceedingly rare and nearly mythical figures, such as Master Wu Chao and Nine-Spirit Saint.
Still, these classifications are not without pretenders.
Some demons claim kingship simply by occupying a mountain and gathering a few lesser demons under their rule.
Even among the Six Demons who allied with Sun Wukong, none were true Demon Saints.
Crack!
King Yellow Wind stretched his muscles, producing a sound like ringing metal.
"Feels great! My bloodline has been purified, and my foundation is no longer that of an ordinary mountain spirit or wild beast.
Normally, it takes decades after transformation to form a demon core.
But by devouring the flesh and cultivation of the three demons, I've undergone another metamorphosis in just over a month.
The Gray Eagle was the biggest contributor—it was close to its second metamorphosis but had grown old and weak. Otherwise, I wouldn't have dared provoke it."
System Notification:
Through bloodline purification, you've awakened a new trait: Lunar Devourer (Blue)!
Lunar Devourer (Blue): Your bloodline enhances your connection to the moon, increasing cultivation efficiency under moonlight.
Your Lunar Devourer (Blue) and Lunar Absorption (Blue) traits are compatible. Would you like to fuse and upgrade them?
King Yellow Wind's eyes lit up with excitement.
"Fusion? And an upgrade?"
Traits fused and upgraded: Lunar Devourer (Blue) and Lunar Absorption (Blue). You've gained a new trait: Spirit of the Moon (Red)!
"Really upgraded?"
King Yellow Wind quickly checked his new trait.
Spirit of the Moon (Red): You are a child of the moon. Cultivation efficiency under moonlight increases by 100%. On nights of the full moon, you receive the moon's blessing, doubling all your abilities. Your perception of moon-related phenomena increases by 30%.
"Not only does it combine the effects of both traits, but it also significantly boosts efficiency and adds the moon's blessing!
What a win!"
King Yellow Wind was overjoyed as he glanced at his updated information.
Name:King Yellow Wind
Race: Demon - Lunar Devourer Mouse (10%)
Realm: Qi Refinement - Demon Core
Techniques: Lunar Devouring Art
Traits:
Heaven's Mandate (Gold)
Golden Essence Absorption (Red)
Spirit of the Moon (Red)
Thick Hide (Blue)
Hundred-Pace Precision (Blue)
Devour (Blue)
Archery Mastery (White)
Critical Strike (White)
Hard Work Pays Off (White)
"Looks much better than before," King Yellow Wind said with satisfaction.
Suddenly, his instincts screamed danger.
A primal sixth sense born from his bloodline warned him of an approaching threat.
Quickly, he concealed his aura and moved to the Mirror of Seeing.
Infusing it with demonic energy, he observed the scene outside.
The sky darkened under the shadow of an immense divine bird.
Its wings spanned hundreds of miles, stirring violent winds as it soared.
Whoosh!
A hurricane swept through the land, toppling forests and uprooting trees, which were then hurled into the air like drifting leaves.
Clutched in its talons was the lifeless body of a massive divine dragon, over a hundred meters long.
The bird pecked at the dragon's flesh, devouring it as it flew.
As it passed, a divine sense swept across the land, probing the surroundings.
It seemed to be searching for something.
The bird descended to High Cliff Ridge, its gargantuan body shrinking until it took the form of a humanoid figure clad in golden feathers—a Golden-Winged Roc.
"Something's wrong," King Yellow Wind thought, alarmed.
The Golden-Winged Roc strode into the burned cave. Its eyes gleamed with divine light as it inspected the charred cavern and approached its shrine.
A ray of mystical light emerged from its brow and entered the eagle-headed statue. The statue's stone eyes rotated, replaying past events.
"So, a little mouse demon? It killed the Gray Eagle? Impossible.
Most likely, the Gray Eagle met with misfortune elsewhere."
The Golden-Winged Roc's gaze turned to the white-furred mouse demon sneaking into the cave, its eyes filled with disdain.
"Such a weak and lowly creature couldn't possibly defeat the Gray Eagle."
The Roc family was known for their supreme arrogance.
After a dismissive glance, it shattered the eagle-headed statue with a swipe, revealing a suspended golden pill.
"Fortunately, the golden core is still here."
The Roc heaved a sigh of relief.
"Thirty years ago, while assisting Mount Ling in their campaign, I discovered a dormant Dragon Vein here.
I placed this golden core to absorb its essence and cultivate a Dragon Vein Pill.
"Judging by the pill's patterns, it's just a few years short of maturity.
But with the Gray Eagle dead and Mount Ling watching closely, I'll have to accelerate the process."
The Roc grasped the golden core, performed an earthen escape technique, and descended into an underground cavern.
In the cavern lay a golden dragon bound in chains of radiant gold.
Its coiled body emitted a dim glow, and its aura was weak.
Sensing the Roc's approach, the dragon struggled and roared.
"Hmph! Seeking death?"
The Golden-Winged Roc conjured a sword of light, driving it through the dragon's form and pinning it in place.
In an instant, Yellow Wind Ridge was engulfed in a sinister gale.
The skies darkened, and the forests wailed.
"What's happening?"
King Yellow Wind felt a deep unease and an inexplicable sorrow.
Not just him—the creatures and spirits across Yellow Wind Ridge cried out in mourning.
"The mountains weep, the spirits mourn… What has the Golden-Winged Roc done?"
King Yellow Wind was worried but dared not reveal himself.
He muttered, "The old eagle laid a trap for me, concealing the truth—or perhaps it was unaware itself."
About a month later, through the Mirror of Seeing, King Yellow Wind observed the Golden-Winged Roc soaring into the sky.
Its massive wings blocked out the sun as it vanished into the horizon.
Its lingering aura faded slowly, leaving a deathly stillness across Yellow Wind Ridge.
All was silent, as if life itself had been snuffed out.
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