Exploring Immortality Cultivation

When the Fulin God fell, his eyes were filled with astonishment and joy.

He was a manta ray that had undergone Demon Transformation twenty thousand years ago and it took him twenty thousand years to ascend to a Demon God. Among the Demon Gods, the status of Fulin God was not high—in fact, it was at the very bottom. The Demon Clan judged success or failure based on bloodline, and apart from having greater strength, the manta ray had only its tail spike, refined into a poison needle, to be proud of.

Now, that very spike, which he had refined with his life's essence over ten thousand years, was stuck in his opponent's throat.

The little pink-purple dragon had several new wounds on top of the torn injury on her back, and one of her bones was broken. These wounds did not bleed, not because they had healed, but because they were temporarily sustained by her essence, preventing the injuries from worsening. Dragon claws are quite small, but as intelligent beings, they use their tail fins to hold tools, which are even more flexible than human fingers. She flicked her tail and then pulled out the Fulin God's tail spike from her throat.

As soon as the tail spike left, the flesh around the little dragon's wound writhed and quickly grew to block the gash. The essence and poison power of the Demon God dispersed forcefully within her blood, yet that wasn't deadly.

Watching the tail spike thrown down by the little dragon, the dying Demon God showed a smile, "Hehehe... Hahaha... Holy Clan... Holy Clan... This is the power of the Holy Clan, this is the greatness of inheritance..."

The little dragon took a few breaths, then spoke, her beautiful voice sounding particularly mocking due to her injuries, "You are going to die."

She spoke in the Dragon Language. This conjugation language was rarely understood in this part of the world, but sea demons, who had lived in the ocean for tens of thousands of years, understood it to some extent.

"Is this... the compassion of the Holy Clan?" Fulin God spat out a mouthful of black blood. The little dragon had received his minions' assaults with Great Void Nebula Gang, and then countered with the Galaxy Battlefront sweep. But when this guy launched his attack, the old Demon God saw an opportunity, drove his poison spike into the little dragon's throat. However, for this, he had also been hit by the Absolute Saint Eternity in return, his life extinguished. Yet, he seemed indifferent to his own death, merely gazing admiringly at the little dragon, "Such... luxurious emotions... Hahaha… Only the Human Demons and Holy Clan can afford such luxury…"

Demon Clan Civilization had long been severed, and the seas had been in chaos for a million years. Everything reverted to its most primal state, and even if one attained Mahayana, one would worry about surviving till the next day. Compassion, sympathy, love – all these were extremely luxurious for the Demon Clan.

Only after satisfying the most basic survival needs could one afford to fulfill their spiritual needs. This was something sea demons, who devoted ninety-nine percent of their energy in internal strife, could absolutely not enjoy.

"Why?" the little dragon slapped down the demon trying to rise up with her tail, then asked in puzzlement, "Being able to withstand the Dragon's Majesty shows you've already disregarded life and death... Are you really from the Demon Clan?"

When predators hunt in schools of fish, the ones that are eaten first are often old or weak. This group of old, sick, or incapacitated fish exchange their bodies for the continuation of their species, but this is certainly not a subjective consciousness of the fish. It is simply because weaker fish have a higher chance of being eliminated.

Ants and bees will sacrifice their lives to protect their territory, but that's because they are social animals with social structures and hierarchies deeply imprinted in their instinctual bloodline. Likewise, wild animals rescue their young driven by instinct. "Bloodline Continuation" occupies the foremost spot in the foundation of their bloodline roots.

"Wild beasts practice self-sacrifice for humans; that has always been the disdainful sigh of impoverished literati." Little Dragon knew better than anyone that only a civilized race with wisdom would possess the spirit of "self-sacrifice" in its subjective consciousness. To launch an attack on the Dragon Clan with the majesty of a dragon, one must rely on this spirit, not on instinct—because on this planet, keeping away from the Dragon Clan is the most critical part of survival, the highest priority instinct.

"Is the Holy King educating... Do you think I'm still an ignorant beast?" The Old Demon God tried to stand up, but Little Dragon knocked him down again with a flick of his tail. By now, the small island had been turned into rubble by their lightning-fast exchanges; there were no stones larger than a cubic meter left, some of the broken stones had particularly sharp edges. The Old Demon God had lost all his strength, no longer invulnerable, so he simply lay there to avoid suffering before death. Lying on the surface of the sea, his blue back skin facing the sky, his white face lifted, he laughed, "You Holy Clan… for hundreds of millions of years, you've monopolized everything in the sea… monopolized… monopolized… not allowing… The Holy King to educate the Demon Clan, we are no longer beasts… and he also promised us… he said… if I die here, my children won't have to be beasts anymore… won't have to eat demons or be eaten by demons…"

Little Dragon raised his dragon head, looking down at him from on high, and coldly said, "Foolish."

"Foolish… Is this how your Holy Clan views our Demon Clan?" The Old Demon God laughed loudly, vomiting blood as he did. The essence of the Dragon Clan had greatly damaged his body. But facing Little Dragon, he showed no fear.

"Does the Dragon Clan monopolize everything?" Little Dragon sneered, his dragon chant fluctuating as he recounted history in the Dragon Language, "Do you think, why has the Transformation Divine Power been passed down through the ages?"

"Transformation? Every demon knows…"

Little Dragon sneered, "Is the Transformation Divine Power innate?"

The Old Demon God was taken aback, "Wha…"

"With the intelligence of your Demon Clan, who think with muscles and Dantian, could you understand 'Blood Phase'? Are you qualified to create such Divine Power as Transformation that alters the Blood Phase? Given the speed at which the Demon Clan loses its heritage, no cultivation could be passed down for more than ten thousand years—yet, why has Transformation Divine Power been passed down from the Primordial New Era millions of years ago till today? Especially through the destruction of Demon Clan civilization twice?" Small Dragon tapped the Sea Demon's forehead, "Since you're in human form, use the Human Clan's brain to think, who is it that maintains the last connections of the Demon Clan?"

The Old Demon God's eyes widened, "The Holy Clan…"

"Our Dragon Clan monopolizes? If not for the Dragon Clan, you beasts wouldn't even have the chance to break free from the shackles of Bloodline!"

The Old Demon God roared, "Shut up! Even so, Transformation Divine Power is just a little something that slipped through your fingers! The Holy King! The Holy King is the True Dragon who leads the Sea Clan towards tomorrow!"

"Education? Perhaps it's the Parasitic Beast behind him that's drawing the energy of Innate Morality, right?" Little Dragon stared at him, his voice cold, "Fool, you are just bait for some Parasitic Beast!"

Fulin God's eyes widened, and ignoring everything, he stood up and shouted, "Since the Holy Clan pities the Demon Clan, why let us remain in this beastly state?"

"Nameless Barrier."

"What?"

"Nameless Barrier." Little Dragon's throat suppressed a roar, "A demon barrier of the clan, indescribable, the ultimate test, a tribulation for the clan."

"Tribulation..."

"In Ancient Times, Houtu shaped the land around here, didn't get far, was thwarted by sudden changes of Heaven and Earth. The Sea God and the Original Demon initially had hopes of overcoming this indescribable barrier, but they perished prematurely. Our Dragon Clan's Holy Emperor anticipated that we would be battered when facing the Nameless Barrier, so he halted and entered a temporary hibernation. Meanwhile, your Demon Clan received two chances." Little Dragon coldly laughed again, "The Primordial Demon Clan, quite impressive, and the Demon Emperor, quite impressive. Sadly, they were defeated by that barrier. The Renewal Demon Clan took an unconventional approach and ended up worse than the Primordial Demon Clan."

"Failed clans naturally had to make way for later generations who may succeed! What else? Do you think that's why our Dragon Clan has been lying dormant?"

"Holy Emperor..." The Fulin God still couldn't believe it, "Impossible! You're deceiving me! It's ridiculous."

"Is that necessary?" Little Dragon disdainfully snorted through her nose.

Fulin God realized too. Little Dragon might not escape, but she would not survive anyway. She had no reason to deceive a dying Demon.

The Old Demon God trembled as he asked, "What exactly is this Nameless Barrier?"

"An indescribable barrier. Once a clan reaches this stage, there's no chance of advancing further, only eternally trapped there... either reverting back to beasts, or getting eaten by passing herds of beasts."

"Reverting back to beasts... getting eaten by herds of beasts..." Old Demon God's eyes widened. He had guessed: "You... couldn't possibly..."

"Rather than letting you become a powerful civilization and then revert to beasts who might bite back, it's better to have you stay as beasts. At least this Undying Beast, our Dragon Clan still can subdue. An Undying Beast, something even this corner of Heaven and Earth cannot bear... When the time comes, if Heaven and Earth cease to exist, can the Demon Clan continue to exist? Oh, although we might not fear the Undying Beast, you would undoubtedly perish." After all that was said, Little Dragon finally vented some of her resentment, "In short, the path taken two billion years ago was wrong, the Immortal and Mortal realms all halted there. Before the new generation at Tan Islands breaks the barrier or our clan finds a new path, the Demon Clan can only remain as beasts—Don't look at me like that. Now tasting what civilization is like, you don't want to be beasts, but following the path of the Primordial Demon Clan, within a million years you would grow tired of civilization and tear off your guise, reverting back to beasts..."

The Old Demon God looked resentfully at Little Dragon. Little Dragon's words destroyed his hope. Especially the word "Holy Emperor," which made him realize that Saint King David might not really be the leader of the Dragon Clan. Those they currently followed were probably the Holy Clan rebels! Using a dying voice, he shouted, "You're deceiving me... you're deceiving me... you're deceiving me..."

Little Dragon narrowed her eyes, opened her mouth revealing a second row of teeth. This was the Dragon Clan's "smile." She lowered her Dragon Head, and whispered softly in the ear of the Old Demon God, "Then I shall tell you the true meaning of Transformation, shall I?"

"Wh...at..."

"In the Dragon Clan's cultivation, nothing is decisive, except for Transformation—strictly speaking, Transformation shouldn't even be called Transformation. It is the art of myriad changes, a breakthrough from innate constraints. But you don't know how to use it, so you're limited to turning into dragons, into humans, battle forms, original forms… that's just about it."

Little Dragon lowered her head, speaking softly.

The Old Demon God's pupils, which had already started to disperse, suddenly contracted tightly. Little Dragon may have indeed disclosed a secret... If this secret could be passed back to his clan, to his children, perhaps his children could transcend...

In his spirit, all bravery and tranquility had vanished. What was left were only bitterness and resentful poison.

The Old Demon God reached back and hugged Little Dragon, "Help me... kill Ao Tian..."

Little Dragon drove a scale into the back of the Old Demon God's head, "I can't promise anything."

"You..."

"I'm not yet skilled in the Fog Demon Path, so I can't use a straightforward, brave guy like you yet," said Little Dragon. "You've just heard a supreme secret of the ages, with not a shred of deception. Considering taking your life and body as payment, that's not too much."

A spell was cast into the Demon God's body. The Dragon Clan Essence already intertwined with the Demon God's life began to refine his corpse.

After all was done, Little Dragon stroked the Reversed Scale with her tail fin, "It almost hit the Reversed Scale, I am a girl after all..."

After confirming the refining of the Demon God's corpse, Little Dragon lay on a pile of rubble, half of her body submerged in the sea, quietly watching the encircling Demon Clan from a distance.

"The final battle, huh..."

"It's a pity, it's only been a few years since Transformation... haven't accumulated enough yet..." (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)