The Treasure Generating Bowl - Chapter 1170

Chapter 1170 Demon King’s Crimson Pill, Refining

He Pingsheng stepped out of the golden barrier and was immediately enveloped by a large mass of gray demonic energy.

Demonic energy, like immortal energy, is a type of energy that exists in the immortal realm.

It wasn’t born black or gray; it only turned into this color after being refined by demons.

Just like how immortal energy, after being refined by immortals of the Xuanmen sect, manifests in five colors.

In essence, there is no difference between demons and immortals.

The only difference is the path and method of cultivation.

Of course, compared to the cultivation methods of the Xuanmen (Taoist sect), the Demonic sect is more radical.

Countless demonic energies enveloped He Pingsheng, then forcefully tried to invade his skin!

Furthermore, countless golden bloodstains flew out from the demon’s body, transforming into ancient runes in the void and adhering to He Pingsheng’s body.

Based on past experience, it wouldn’t be long before the immortal shrouded in demonic energy would show signs of obsession and madness.

However, He Pingsheng did not.

He sat quietly cross-legged in the void, three feet above the ground.

He closed his eyes in deep thought, his face serene.

A gentle breeze blew, causing his clothes to flutter horizontally, making a slapping sound as they turned and rustled.

“He seems to be alright!” Pingyue looked at He Pingsheng with some surprise.

Huang Youshi’s face darkened further.

Ji Wuxin said, “He Pingsheng is the most outstanding genius I have ever seen. His talent and fortune are by no means inferior to mine. It’s a pity that he somehow became the servant of the Stone-Gathering Immortal Lord!”

Wen Buwan, who was standing nearby, said, “No, Immortal Lord Caishi promised him that as long as he can complete the mission in this secret realm, he will return the Heavenly Dao Slave Seal!”

“whispering sound……”

Ji Wuxin’s lips curled into a cold smile: “Junior Sister Wen, you were born in the Immortal Realm and have always had people protecting you. You have never experienced the mortal world and do not know the wickedness of people’s hearts!”

“Mission complete?”

“I’m asking you… what mission?”

“How do we know when the mission is complete?”

This question left Wen Buwan speechless for a moment.

“The three of you, I’ll leave this umbrella here for you to use. If the golden light on it weakens, simply channel your immortal energy into it!”

“Do it yourself!”

After saying that, Ji Wuxin also took a step out and walked out of the golden barrier.

He came to He Pingsheng’s side and sat cross-legged in the air, three feet off the ground.

He Pingsheng gently opened his eyes.

Ji Wuxin asked, “How is it?”

He Pingsheng said, “Indeed, as Fairy Pingyue said, there is an illusion array here. I now suspect that the ten-thousand-foot-tall Ghost King’s body is also an illusion!”

As he spoke, He Pingsheng looked at the ghost king’s body.

From a distance, this thing looked to be hundreds of millions of feet tall!

When they arrived at the destination, they found it was only a drop of ten thousand feet.

It must be the illusion array at work.

“Hmm!” Ji Wuxin nodded: “That should be the case, but those golden runes don’t seem fake!”

He Pingsheng said, “The golden runes are indeed genuine; they are a legacy of the Demon Clan. Unfortunately, I know nothing about the Demon Clan, so I cannot comprehend them for the time being!”

“Fellow Daoist Ji, what is this?”

He Pingsheng looked at Ji Wuxin with a puzzled expression!

Ji Wuxin said, “I was afraid you would get all the benefits yourself, so I wanted to come and see for myself!”

He Pingsheng smiled but didn’t say anything.

He closed his eyes again, released his divine sense, and began to perceive everything here.

He Pingsheng didn’t know exactly how to break out of the current crisis, so he could only search for answers here.

He had no intention of assimilating the demonic energy here, nor did he intend to comprehend the meaning of this demonic inheritance.

I have more than enough of my own things, why would I want to comprehend your demonic path?

Am I crazy?!

He wouldn’t pay any attention to these golden runes unless absolutely necessary.

Seeing that He Pingsheng had closed his eyes, Ji Wuxin also closed his eyes.

Together, the two explored and sought the opportunity here.

Time passed little by little.

One day!

Two days!

Three days!

One year!

Two years!

Three years!

Three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

He Pingsheng opened his eyes with a complicated expression.

Ji Wuxin also opened her eyes and sighed, “Alas… I’m afraid it won’t work…”

“Fellow Daoist He, if you want to find the answer, I’m afraid you still need to look within this cultivation technique inheritance!”

He Pingsheng didn’t answer his question, but instead asked, “Is there any news from outside?”

“Yes!” Ji Wuxin said, “My master said he has already sent people over, but unfortunately, neither of the two people sent were able to get here!”

“Furthermore, he asked me how Fang Long perished, saying that Fang Long’s master, Immortal Lord Longxiao, is now furious.”

“Fellow Daoist He, what do you think I should say in response?”

Suddenly, a smiling expression appeared on Ji Wuxin’s face.

He Pingsheng said, “Do as you please, it’s your freedom and has nothing to do with me!”

After saying that, he closed his eyes again.

what to do?

He Pingsheng took a deep breath and made up his mind: no matter what, he would try accepting this demonic inheritance first.

It’s obvious that Ji Wuxin doesn’t want to take the job. If he won’t take it, then I’ll take it.

He Pingsheng instantly relaxed.

Rumble…

Countless ancient immortal scripts shimmering with golden light surged towards He Pingsheng like a tide, instantly engulfing him.

Ji Wuxin, standing to the side, gaped: “Fellow Daoist He… you really want to comprehend the demonic path inheritance?”

“Aren’t you afraid of ruining your Xuanmen heart?”

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He Pingsheng ignored him and instead focused all his divine sense on these demonic runes.

Understand it!

It can be quite troublesome to grasp something completely new.

After all, He Pingsheng had almost no prior experience with demonic arts.

As it turns out, not everyone is fooled by the demonic aura here.

Ji Wuxin is not insane!

He Pingsheng was not affected in the slightest.

…

Forty-five years later, He Pingsheng finally comprehended the seemingly boundless tide of golden runes.

Countless golden runes flew towards him like a vast ocean, transforming into a golden point of light that merged into the depths of He Pingsheng’s consciousness.

At the same time, the towering demonic body suddenly collapsed.

It vanished into nothingness.

After the demonic body collapsed, a fist-sized, crimson inner core was revealed where the demonic body had once been.

“This is…” Ji Wuxin saw the inner core and flew out in a flash, trying to snatch it.

He Pingsheng simply smiled, ignoring it and making no attempt to stop him.

When Ji Wuxin arrived in front of the crimson core, he wanted to take it away directly. Unfortunately, the fist-sized crimson core remained motionless in the void, as if it had been welded shut.

He Pingsheng spoke calmly: “This is the culmination of the Demon King’s life’s cultivation, named [Crimson Core]…”

“At the same time, this Crimson Pill is also the energy source for the entire Grade Four Immortal Array!”

“If you want to take this Crimson Pill, you must first refine it!”

Ji Wuxin asked, “How do I refine it?”

He Pingsheng said, “You don’t have the inheritance of demonic cultivation, so naturally you can’t refine it!”

“Step aside… let me do it!”

“Once I refine the Crimson Core, the great formation will dissolve on its own!”

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