The Demon Lord of All Forms

Chapter 9 Monster

To the right of the Purple Star Bead, a point of silvery-white light shone, cool and serene, like the moonlight of late autumn shining on the snow. The silvery-white light condensed and transformed into a pure white glass star bead.

The Taiyin Star Pearl represents the extreme of Yin energy, embodying ultimate gentleness and stillness.

The three main stars are arranged in a triangular pattern, slowly rotating and drawing upon three distinct stellar forces.

Then, as if a switch had been flipped, more points of light emerged from the void.

Tianji, Wuqu, Tiantong, Lianzhen, Tianfu, Tanlang, Qisha, Pojun, Lucun, Tianma, Jumen, Wenqu, Wenchang, Zuofu, Youbi...

One after another, crystal star beads are born in the vast天地 (heaven and earth), each with its own unique color and light. Some are as clear as blue, some are as red as fire, some are as white as snow, and some are as black as ink. They revolve around the three main stars, Ziwei, Taiyang, and Taiyin, forming circle after circle of star orbits.

Su Qinghe watched all of this and counted them.

When the last star bead condensed, his sea of ​​consciousness contained a total of 100,000 star beads, each radiating its own starlight.

One hundred thousand star beads rotate simultaneously, drawing upon one hundred thousand strands of star power.

These stellar energies intertwined, converged, and merged in Su Qinghe's sea of ​​consciousness, transforming into a vast starry sea. The originally empty and desolate world was filled with starlight. The sky was no longer empty, and the earth was no longer flat. The sky was covered with countless stars, and the earth was filled with starlight like water.

At the very center of the starry sea, surrounded by a hundred thousand star beads, the Wheel of Rebirth appeared. This colossal wheel, representing the essence of Su Qinghe's soul, had always been submerged in the deepest part of Su Qinghe's consciousness. Now, under the starlight, the Wheel of Rebirth was undergoing subtle changes...

"Interesting," Su Qinghe said, his voice echoing through the starry sea, creating ripples. "It seems my choice was right. The Thousand Star Chart is indeed suitable for someone like me who defies convention."

Su Qinghe felt the increase in star power. Every time the 100,000 star beads rotated once, 100,000 strands of star power were drawn in. Every time the 100,000 light spots flickered once, 100,000 strands of star power as thin as hair were absorbed into the Rebirth Wheel.

In just a few moments, 100,000 strands of star power gathered in Su Qinghe's sea of ​​consciousness.

According to the "Thousand Star Chart", the standard for Qi Refining Realm is to condense star beads and use star power to nourish the soul. When the star power accumulates to a certain level, the soul undergoes a qualitative change, and one can try to break through to the Longevity Realm.

The 100,000 strands of star power have far exceeded the standard for a breakthrough.

Su Qinghe could break through; he could enter the Longevity Realm right now, but he doesn't intend to.

Su Qinghe has time; he can wait until his avatars have figured out the path to the Longevity Realm and delivered the verified path to him. Then, he can simply follow that path again without taking any risks, without trying or making mistakes, and without bearing any risks.

With 400,000 people clearing the way for him, that's Su Qinghe's advantage.

Su Qinghe opened his eyes. The June night breeze was still blowing, and the wonton stalls on the distant street were still steaming. Everything was exactly the same as before he closed his eyes.

But everything is different now.

Stepping into the Qi Refining Realm, even if it's just the first step in the cultivation world, fundamentally changed Su Qinghe from ordinary people. His eyes were no longer just organs that received light, but a sophisticated instrument capable of seeing countless hidden secrets in the world.

Su Qinghe raised his head and looked up at the sky.

To mortals, the night sky is black and the stars are bright, but in Su Qinghe's eyes, at the very top of the sky, there is a boiling, silvery-white ocean, a place where stellar power converges, and the essence of endless stars surges and churns within it, like a sea that has been boiled.

Lowering his head, Su Qinghe looked at the earth.

The earth was no longer a solid surface, but rather layers of intertwined air currents. Earth energy surged up from the depths of the earth, turbid and heavy; death energy rose from graves and mass graves, gloomy and cold; life energy emanated from grass, trees, and livestock, clear and warm. These air currents, like countless dragons and snakes, roamed the earth, intertwined, collided, and merged, forming another world unseen by mortals.

Su Qinghe looked at the street in the distance.

At the wonton stall, an old man was eating wontons. In Su Qinghe's eyes, the old man was surrounded by a faint light, the light of emotions formed from the condensation of the seven emotions and six desires.

Joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hate, and desire—seven colors intertwined and constantly changing with the old man's movements as he ate wontons. With each bite, the joyful yellow flashed; when he burned himself, the angry red flickered for a moment; and when he remembered something sad, the sorrowful blue dimmed.

Every person is like this; every mortal is a constantly flickering ball of light. Emotions and desires arise, dissolve, arise again, and dissolve again within them, like countless epiphyllum flowers blooming and withering in the darkness.

Su Qinghe looked at it for a long time, then picked up a bronze mirror from the table and held it up in front of himself.

There was nothing in the mirror.

There was no star power, no emotions or desires, no light of emotion, and no trace of human life.

Su Qinghe in the mirror was like a black hole, dark and deep, swallowing all light. Even starlight falling on it would be sucked in, leaving no reflection.

Su Qinghe squinted and stared at himself in the mirror.

The black hole was also watching him.

Su Qinghe grinned and smiled, and the black hole in the mirror also grinned, revealing a pitch-black, bottomless arc.

"A monster? That suits me perfectly..."

Qishan is not a high mountain, no more than a thousand feet high, and it doesn't rank among the mountains in southeast Cangzhou. But it is beautiful and ethereal. The mountain is shrouded in a light green, which is the color of spiritual energy. Although the spiritual vein occupied by Feixianmen is small, it is enough to keep the entire mountain from withering all year round. The grass and trees are lush and the shade is like a canopy. Above the mountainside, clouds and mist swirl around, and the shadows of cranes often fly by, which gives it a fairy-like atmosphere.

Yun Weiyang stood at the foot of the mountain, looked up, and smiled.

Yun Weiyang wore a moon-white robe with intricate and exquisite silver star patterns embroidered on the hem, gleaming with a cold, eerie light in the sunlight. A dark silk sash was tied around her waist, from which hung a yellow cloth pouch, Zhang Guangze's storage pouch. The pouch was tied with a red rope, bulging and full, its contents unknown. Her long hair was tied up with a jade hairpin, revealing her smooth forehead and a pair of narrow eyes.

Beautiful – that’s the first thing anyone would think of when they see Yun Weiyang. Her features are so exquisite they look like they were carved with a knife, her skin is so white it’s almost transparent, and her lips are so pale they look like a plum blossom blooming in winter.

Yun Weiyang's temperament is also very special, revealing an elusive sense of distance that is hard to fathom, like a cloud in the sky, visible but unreachable.

Looking down at her hands, Yun Weiyang spread her fingers and then closed them again. Star power flowed through her fingertips, emitting a faint silver-white light. With a push of her feet, her figure floated up as lightly as a feather.