Cultivation through Skin Making

"I know, I... know!"

After a brief conversation with the deeper layers of the Sea of Suffering, the Demon Monk gritted his teeth and returned to the Vilampu Twin-Headed Insect Race.

Over the years, using his enchanting ability, he incited conflicts everywhere, successfully planting seeds of discord in the hearts of many cultivators, and sowed enough "bombs" in this land, especially within the Night King Ancient Race.

The thorns he planted were indeed temptations, but the disputes these temptations truly brought have become genuine causes and effects.

Once cause and effect are entangled, it's difficult to unravel!

The disputes within the Night King Ancient Race are the result of his painstaking efforts.

He certainly didn't dare to enter the Ancient Race directly, but he could use the "Hidden Dragon Association" to find ways to manipulate the members of the Ancient Race that came, especially those closest to the teleportation array from the Night King Ancient Race, as they were the most numerous and targeted.

In order to lure more members of the Ancient Race into the Ancient Jin Land, he devised many opportunities and also brought forth numerous marvelous treasures and sent many demon beasts along with precious spirit flowers and herbs.

Through his tireless efforts, the talent in Ancient Jin grew steadily, and the scale of the "Hidden Dragon Association" expanded ever larger.

The number of ancient race members he enticed increased continuously.

Night King Ancient Race, this race... possesses talent only at night.

Night itself is serene; a portion of the people within the race crave silence greatly, revered ascetic cultivation.

Another portion, however, seeks indulgence, passing the interminable long night in infinite luxury.

In the past, when the Lingbo Ancient Race was oppressing them, they worked together in unity, but since over a thousand years ago, when they took advantage of opportunity to annihilate the Lingbo Ancient Race, the conflicts within their mental realms gradually surfaced.

The Night King Ancient Race had members like Ye Fu, who would "draw a boundary and declare a certain female cultivator as his woman," as well as ascetic cultivators, who were like bats silent in the dark, shunning noise, suppressing desires, akin to the dead.

Naturally, the two sides didn't see eye to eye, yet being of the same race, such disagreements couldn't become disputes.

The Demon Monk became the trigger for this dispute.

At first, it wasn't a serious matter, merely cursing at each other or a physical skirmish, but gradually it twisted into a question of "who is strong, who is weak, who is right, who is wrong."

Whenever the argument concerns "who is right and who is wrong," that is a battle of mental realms.

A battle of mental realms requires fighting to the end!

The Ascetic Sect cursed the indulgence faction as useless, claiming that enjoying life while cultivating is the wrong path, that it would impede the development of the Night King Ancient Race, leading the younger generations to grow increasingly weak!

The indulgence faction retorted, claiming the Ascetic Sect wastes precious time without achieving any true skill.

Then the two factions agreed to battle, and the winner would be deemed correct.

In this battle of agreement, the outcome of victory or defeat was insignificant, what mattered was... brothers turning against each other, disaster had begun!

The Demon Monk watched gleefully and waited for the Night King Ancient Race to fall into chaos, then form a powerful force to slowly grind towards the neighboring Formless Ancient Race.

After realizing he couldn't enter the land of the Formless Ancient Race nor kill the thief whose true name was Song Yan, the Demon Monk decided to use this force to kill him!

He wanted to push the flames of war entirely toward them.

He wanted to fish in troubled waters!

And the existence in the Sea of Suffering, through a sacrificial descent, would thoroughly ignite the war!

He knew the capabilities of that entity.

If he and the Demon Infant existed in the Obsession Layer of the Sea of Suffering as celestial demons beyond this realm, then the other entity... was one who dwelt in the Rotting Thought Layer.

The outside world called her... the Nine-Child Demon Mother.

Nine children sacrificed, one mother descends!

And the Fire Worship Demon Sect of the Snow Country, being the most crucial link, was under the watchful eye of the Demon Mother and couldn't afford any mishaps, because if anything happened, his plans would be ruined.

Thus, the Demon Monk decided to take a small risk.

As an extraterrestrial celestial demon, theoretically, he could enchant any existence.

His realm was the Late Stage of Purple Mansion, so... enchanting his own race's Divine Infant was not beyond hope.

He wanted to start the war early, to make his move prematurely!

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The Buddhist sutra once said: Like the Vilampu Wind, which shakes the earth universally.

Storms extinguish life's vitality, extinguish the sun, plunging the world into eternal darkness.

The twin-headed Vilampu proud insect race, though merely insects...

But when insects unite, they become like a great black wind.

The strongest among them is their patriarch ——— Vilampu.

Vilampu hadn't made a move in a long time, and no one knew her realm.

But the Insect King knew...

Because naturally, the king of the race and the patriarch are connected.

And Vilampu happened to have recently leaked her realm in front of the Insect King ——— still at the Early Stage of Divine Infant, stuck, unable to speak of it lest they take advantage of it.

Thus, the Demon Monk decided to act.

He exerted all his strength to use his enchanting powers on Vilampu, causing her to harbor intense hatred towards the Formless Ancient Race. For that reason... he engineered many grudges between their own race and the Formless Ancient Race.

Using these grievances as the trigger, he gradually pried open Vilampu's mental defenses.

At this moment, there are still two years and three months remaining until the three-year term...

And the Demon Monk succeeded.

He watched as Vilampu emanated a powerful killing intent, one directed at the Formless Ancient Race.

"Insect King, select members and send them through the ancient teleportation array. The Formless Ancient Race has gone too far!"

"Yes!"

The Demon Monk exhaled a long breath.

After he left, Vilampu stood in the darkness, suddenly revealing a strange smile. With a wave of both hands, overwhelming venomous insects mixed three colors of divine powers, merging with heaven and earth, as if a real great black wind had descended, obscuring the sky and the sun.

This... what kind of Early Stage of Divine Infant is this?

Those youngsters with a life span of one to two thousand years naturally wouldn't know why the Vilampu Twin-Headed Proud Insect race could stand at the summit of the Mountain and Sea Demon Race, not without reason.

The reason doesn't lie with the Insect King, but with her.