54: Chapter 54 I want the Kunpeng True Blood, but I'll give the Kunpeng Treasure Technique to Shi Hao.

"Huu!"

Relying on the memories of a transmigrator and his own senses as a Nine-Nether Ao, Wang Teng quickly led everyone to the core area.

Inside the vast Kunpeng Nest, chaotic energy cascaded down like a waterfall.

Golden runes intertwined with black demonic energy, creating a suffocating sense of solemnity and oppression.

This was the burial ground of the Ten Primordial Evils and the origin point of new life.

Standing at the fork in the path, Wang Teng's divine eyes had long since seen through the yin-yang layout of the nest.

Above was a sacred and peaceful altar and treasure vault, where quasi-saint herbs, hard to find in the outside world, grew, and the light inheritance left by the Kunpeng flowed.

Below, however, was a bottomless abyss, where the Kunpeng's most unwilling obsessions and most tragic wounds were buried.

"Linger, Yun Xi."

Wang Teng turned around, his voice gentle yet unquestionable.

He raised his hand and cast a gentle divine force, shrouding the brilliant herb garden ahead.

"The baleful energy below is too heavy; it is the forbidden ground where the Kunpeng once suppressed the curse with its own body, known as the 'Demon Transformation Cave'.

Although you possess divine fire, you may not be able to withstand the demonic nature that erodes the soul."

"Stay here; the spirit herb garden above is enough for you to harvest, as it is the blessing the Kunpeng left for future generations.

Once Xiao Hao and I are finished, we will come back up to pick you up."

Yun Xi was a wise woman. She glanced at the bottomless, dark passage from which the faint sounds of ghosts wailing and wolves howling emanated.

She knew that if she followed, she would likely only become a burden.

"Be careful, husband."

She gently squeezed Wang Teng's hand, then took the still-worried Princess Huo Linger and walked toward the herb garden.

"Linger and I will stand guard here. If any outsiders intrude, we will handle it."

After settling his two wives, the warmth on Wang Teng's face instantly vanished.

He turned his head to look at Shi Hao, who was carrying a large black pot and peering curiously into the abyss, a wild smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Scared? Xiao Hao."

"Scared?"

Shi Hao blinked his large eyes, sniffed, and pointed toward the deep darkness.

"Brother-in-law, I smell... something so fragrant. It's the smell of blood, and also the smell of the precious technique."

"Good lad, your nose is sharper than a dog's."

Wang Teng laughed loudly, placed a hand on Shi Hao's shoulder, and the aura of the Heavenly Deity Realm transformed into a protective divine shield, enveloping them both.

"Let's go! Brother-in-law will take you to see what a true—Ten Fiends Purgatory—is like!"

...

The two descended all the way.

This was no ordinary underground passage; it was a staircase formed from the Kunpeng's spine, and every step exuded a heavy, oppressive pressure.

The further down they went, the thicker the air became, as if they were traveling through liquid mercury.

The original golden divine radiance gradually vanished, replaced by dark red baleful blood energy.

"Brother-in-law, the runes here... have changed."

Shi Hao walked, reaching out to touch the rock wall.

The rock walls were carved with claw marks, each one deep enough to see bone.

It was as if a peerless ferocious beast had frantically torn at the walls in extreme agony.

"These were carved by the Kunpeng before it died."

Wang Teng's voice echoed deeply, "It was ambushed during the Immortal Ancient battle and struck by the Curse of the Fallen Immortal; even a True Immortal could not save it.

Unwilling to fall just like that, it opened the Demon Transformation Cave deep underground, attempting to force the curse and death energy out of its body to live a second life."

"Look at these runes; they are no longer the lightness of 'soaring to the heavens,' but the heaviness of 'seeking life from death.'"

Hearing this, Shi Hao's expression became incredibly solemn. The Supreme blood within him was boiling; it was the resonance between prodigies.

He opened his eyes wide, staring intensely at those traces filled with resentment and defiance.

As if he could see a Kunpeng covered in blood, roaring in despair.

It was unknown how long they walked before the path suddenly opened up.

A suffocatingly thick scent of blood, mixed with the vicissitudes of the primordial ages, rushed toward them.

"We're here."

Wang Teng stopped.

This was a massive underground cavern.

From the dome above, countless stalactites resembling blood vessels hung down, dripping black liquid drop by drop.

In the center of the cavern was a pool of blood spanning a hundred zhang!

The liquid in the blood pool was not still; it was boiling violently like molten lava.

The dark red blood churned, sometimes transforming into a black Kunpeng soaring into the sky, other times forming blood-colored chains that rattled.

In the center of the blood pool floated a few broken bones.

Those were the true bones of the Kunpeng; though broken, they still exuded a terrifying aura that could suppress eternity.

How could this be a place for cultivation?

This was clearly a purgatory demonic pool!

"This is... the Kunpeng True Blood."

Shi Hao stared at the scene in shock. He felt every rune within his body trembling—both in fear and in longing.

"That's right."

Wang Teng took a deep breath, the double pupils in his eyes erupting with unprecedented brilliance.

He could feel the Nine-Nether Ao bloodline within him going completely insane at this moment.

It was a hungry wolf seeing fresh meat, a devil seeing a sacrifice.

"Xiao Hao, this pool of blood is too tyrannical, too demonic.

Although your physical body is currently formidable, you have not yet become a god. If you were to go down directly, you would be melted into blood water in an instant."

Wang Teng pointed to a bluestone beside the blood pool:

"Just sit there."

"The blood mist emitted by this blood pool contains the core mysteries of the Kunpeng Precious Technique.

Stay on the side, observe the changes in the blood pool, and comprehend the runes on those bones."

"As for the blood in this pool..."

Wang Teng ripped open his shirt, revealing a sturdy upper body that looked as if it were cast from divine iron, and walked step by step toward the edge of the blood pool, his voice hoarse and fanatical:

"Brother-in-law will... taste it for you!"

Soon!

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!"

"Roar!!"

A roar shattered the stalactites hanging in the cavern.

Wang Teng held nothing back.

In this unknown deep underground, he completely unleashed the ferocious true form belonging to the leader of the Ten Fiends.

Black light obscured everything.

A behemoth, fully a thousand zhang long, manifested.

Its wolf head was ferocious, its fangs were white, and its entire body was covered in dark golden scales.

Every scale shimmered with the light rain of flying immortals (the blessing of the Ruthless Empress's blood energy).

Nine tails, like nine demonic dragons from hell, opened their jaws at the tips, emitting hungry hisses.

"Splash!!!"

The massive body of the Nine-Nether Ao did not hesitate in the slightest and leaped directly into the boiling Kunpeng blood pool.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—"

The moment it entered the water, the entire underground cavern seemed to be ignited.

Pain!

Indescribable, excruciating pain!

It was not ordinary scalding heat, but a mental assault containing the endless resentment and killing intent of the Kunpeng before its death.

The dark red True Blood seemed to have intelligence, transforming into billions of tiny Kunpeng.

They followed the gaps in Wang Teng's scales, his pores, and his seven orifices, frantically drilling inside!

They wanted to tear this intruder apart! They wanted to assimilate this ferocious beast that dared to desecrate the dignity of the Kunpeng!

"Awoooo!!!"

Wang Teng let out a tragic roar, his massive body rolling frantically in the blood pool, stirring up thousand-zhang waves of blood.

One could see the incredibly hard divine gold scales on his body.

Were actually being corroded and falling off at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing the bright red flesh underneath.

Immediately after, the flesh was also scorched, revealing ghastly white bones.

If anyone else had seen this scene, they would have been scared out of their wits. This was not cultivation; this was clearly suicide!

But Wang Teng did not retreat.

In that extreme pain, his will became even clearer and even crazier.

"I am the Nine-Nether Ao... I am the Lord of Devouring... There is nothing I cannot consume!!!"

"For me—refine!!!"

The Heavenly Deity godhead within Wang Teng spun crazily at this moment.

His nine tails pierced deeply into the depths of the blood pool like nine pillars holding up the sea, fixing his body firmly to the bottom of the pool.