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Ye Yang, upon hearing this, hurriedly absorbed the power. The Beast Soul within the Demon Blade quickly transformed into strands of energy that seeped into Ye Yang's body. More overwhelming power coalesced around the blade, slowly flowing into Ye Yang through the hilt. A vast field of Starlight Power surrounded him, and Ye Yang wisely did not allow too much of the power from the Demon Blade to leak out.
"Hiss..."
The Soul Devouring Demon Blade trembled slightly, emitting a low sound, and soon it was glowing red hot. Ye Yang stood calmly above the Divine Dragon Cauldron, gripping the blazing Demon Blade with closed eyes. Surrounding him were swirling flames of True Qi, making it impossible for anyone to approach. Even the two Eighth-Rank Magical Beasts, Azure Tigers, lurking in the distance could only watch hungrily without daring to step closer.
With his eyes shut, Ye Yang furrowed his brows tightly as his body underwent an excruciating process of refining the Soul Devouring Demon Blade. His own body was also being tempered by the Refining Technique, with his Bloodline boiling. Every blood vessel was filled with elemental power and Starlight Power, causing his entire body to rapidly strengthen.
In fact, Ye Yang could faintly sense that his strength was soaring rapidly; perhaps he had already crossed a certain threshold!
Entering a state of oblivion, Ye Yang found himself immersed in a dreamlike state.
"Zi Yu?"
A charming voice echoed from afar. Ye Yang opened his eyes to see a stunning woman dressed in a thin red garment and draped in a Black Cloak stepping through the air. Her delicate feet were bare, and with each step she took, a red ripple formed in the air, resembling a fairy yet exuding an alluring charm that was both righteous and wicked.
"Zeng Xuan?" Ye Yang asked in confusion.
Zeng Xuan smiled brightly as she floated before Ye Yang. She extended her snowy arm to touch his cheek and said, "Have you been struggling these past few days?"
Ye Yang nodded, "Zeng Xuan, I'm just glad you're okay!"
"Oh?"
Zeng Xuan smiled sweetly and said, "I've missed you so much these days. How come you haven't come to see me?"
Ye Yang had not yet responded when a sudden flash of fierce light swept by. In the next moment, Zeng Xuan's entire arm was severed from her body, blood splattering everywhere. Ye Yang was so frightened that he could hardly bear to look, while Zeng Xuan turned pale, gritting her teeth and letting out a low cry of pain. Her beautiful eyes were filled with longing as she looked at Ye Yang and said softly, "You must find me!"
In the air, a black storm descended, and Ye Yang could do nothing to stop it. He watched helplessly as Zeng Xuan was torn into pieces in the storm, her flesh scattered everywhere.
...
"Don't! No!!"
Ye Yang screamed in rage, suddenly opening his eyes. However, he realized he was in a dream. Yet, he had already entered the second transformation state of Fire God Warrior. His golden eyes were filled with ruthlessness as he stared into the distance, a deep hatred surging within him.
"Zi Yu, what happened to you?"
The voice of Qin Fang came through: "Did you have a nightmare?"
"Yes," Ye Yang murmured. "I dreamed about Sister Zeng Xuan. She... she was killed..."
Qin Fang replied, "Don't think too much about it."
"Grandfather, how long has it been?"
Ye Yang looked up and noticed that fine rain was falling from the sky. He had been immersed in the practice of Refining Technique for an unknown amount of time.
"Four days and four nights," Qin Fang said. "The power within the Soul Devouring Demon Blade is incredibly overwhelming. It took you a full four days and four nights to absorb at least ninety percent of its power. Didn't you notice? Your strength has already broken through to Starry Sky Level Two, reaching the mid-level of Starry Sky Level Three!"
"What?"
Ye Yang was astonished. He raised his palm and exerted a slight force, instantly condensing a fiery cone of flames that was powerful and intense. Indeed, it was more than double the strength he had before.
"I didn't expect the power within the Soul Devouring Demon Blade to be so immense..." Ye Yang murmured, fully aware that when he killed Ying Zheng, he did not seize Ying Zheng's Death Crystal but took the Soul Devouring Demon Blade instead. It seemed like a loss at first glance, but in reality, it was a surefire gain. After refining the Soul Devouring Demon Blade, his strength surged dramatically, far surpassing what the Soul Crystal Core could offer.
Floating down to the ground, Ye Yang approached the edge of the Divine Dragon Cauldron and discovered that after refining the Beast Soul within the Soul Devouring Demon Blade, the demonic blade had transformed into a pile of cold iron shimmering with a bluish hue, now solidified in the flames.
"What is this?"
"Indeed, this is Extreme Cold Iron," Qin Fang said solemnly. "In my several thousand years of life, I have rarely seen such Divine Iron. Its quality is exceptional, with unparalleled toughness. Moreover, the Cold Iron contains an immense cosmic power that seems even stronger than Starlight Power. Zi Yu, I am only at Starry Sky Level Five and do not comprehend deeper cosmic mysteries, but you have a great opportunity. Keep this piece of Extreme Cold Iron; once you have a suitable Beast Soul or Crystal Core, you can forge an extraordinary Divine Weapon!"
"Understood."
Ye Yang unhesitatingly stored the Cold Iron into his Cosmic Bag and then retrieved the Divine Dragon Cauldron. He looked far into the distance; his vision reached several dozen miles away and was very expansive. Indeed, after stepping into Starry Sky Level Three, his strength had significantly increased. If he activated Fire God Transformation, it would not be impossible to confront a Starry Sky Tier Four Expert head-on!
"It has been delayed for too long..."
Ye Yang frowned and said, "In that direction, I sense an extremely evil aura; it must be where Asura Hall is located."
"Yes," Qin Fang replied softly. "Be careful; although your strength has greatly improved, there are still those in Asura Hall who can subdue you. Remember, you must not die; you carry the hopes of the Fire God Clan and my hopes as well!"
"I understand, Grandpa Qin. I will ensure my survival!"
Ye Yang took a deep breath and suddenly exerted force to shoot out like an arrow, transforming into a meteor streaking across the sky at incredible speed. In just a blink of an eye, he had vanished from above his original position without a trace.
In a swift flight, less than an hour had passed, yet the evil presence drew ever closer.
In the distance, a majestic mountain range was shrouded in blood-red clouds, and the faint sound of the Wailing of Ghosts and Gods could be heard. The malevolent energy within the mountains was palpable; clearly, the Asura Hall had arrived.
"Clang!"
Ye Yang raised his hand and drew the True Fire Sword, coldly stating, "Asura Hall, I have come!"
As he soared through the air, Ye Yang was cautious, flying low over the jungle while suppressing the aura of True Qi emanating from his body, not wanting to alarm anyone too soon.
Suddenly, a chorus of cries reached him from ahead. There stood a Dark Altar amidst the jungle, where approximately several hundred commoners knelt on the ground—some praying, others wailing.
Around the altar, a circle of Sharp Sword totems stood upright, each one impaled with a human head. Some of these heads were still fresh, blood seeping from them into the altar's surface.
Ye Yang's heart tightened. It had long been rumored that those from Asura Hall were cruel and sinister, worshipping the dark Asura God and often using living people for Blood Sacrifice to gain Asura power. Now it seemed that this horrific scene before him was indeed the legendary Blood Sacrifice!
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