55: Chapter 55 Kunpeng's Precious Blood Tempers the Body, Nine Nether Hound Advances to the Realm of Slaying Me

Nine-Nether Heaven-Swallowing Technique, fully activated!

He no longer resisted the demonic blood drilling into his body; instead, he opened himself up, actively accepting it!

"You want to corrode my flesh? Fine! Then I will use your hand to destroy this old body and recast my true form!"

This was a blood transfusion process that was tragic to the extreme.

The old blood was burning, and new blood was being generated.

As the True Kunpeng Blood continuously poured in, Wang Teng's originally dark-gold bones began to show wisps of black patterns.

These were the Kunpeng demonic patterns that represented the pinnacle of power.

His flesh and blood were regenerating; the newly grown muscle fibers were denser and filled with explosive power.

The most shocking part was his tail.

Those nine tails, which originally represented calamity, had begun to become slender and sharp after absorbing the profound mysteries of the Kunpeng Extreme Speed.

The dragon heads at the ends of the tails had even sprouted a pair of small, fleshy wings, as if they could transform into a True Dragon and fly into the sky at any moment.

Inside the cavern, Wang Teng's painful yet exhilarating roars echoed, along with the "crack" sounds of bones shattering and reforming.

And on the shore of the blood pool.

Shi Hao sat cross-legged on a bluestone, his small body held perfectly straight.

The scene before him was too terrifying.

His Brother-in-law's massive body floated and sank in the blood pool, skin torn and flesh gaping, with white bones exposed and blood staining the black water red.

Those tragic roars made even him, a mere spectator, feel his scalp tingle.

But he did not look away.

Because he knew that his Brother-in-law was using this near self-mutilating method to demonstrate the true essence of the Kunpeng Technique to him.

"Sanctifying the body... living through death..." Shi Hao muttered to himself.

In his eyes, the blood pool was no longer a blood pool, but a vast ocean.

The rolling blood waves were the Taiyin power of the Kunpeng entering the sea and stirring the universe; the bursting bubbles were the Taiyang power of the Heavenly Peng spreading its wings and shattering the stars.

And Wang Teng, who was struggling, roaring, and reforming in the blood pool, was like a primitive embryo gestating in this chaos.

"Did you see clearly, Xiao Hao..." From the blood pool came Wang Teng's hoarse and weak voice.

Even while enduring the pain of a thousand cuts, he still did not forget to teach Shi Hao.

"The Kunpeng Technique... is not just a technique... it is also the body..."

"To master this precious technique... your body... must remember this... feeling of being torn apart!"

"Boom!" Wang Teng suddenly swung a giant claw that had been reduced to nothing but white bone, tracing an arcane trajectory through the blood water.

The trajectory seemed simple, yet it triggered a resonance throughout the entire blood pool.

The black-red blood instantly condensed into a giant Kunpeng claw print, shattering the void.

Shi Hao's heart was greatly shaken.

In his clear, large eyes, countless runes were frantically deducing.

He saw it! In that blood-colored claw print, he saw the domineering aura of a Kunpeng battling a True Dragon.

He saw the profound mystery of reversing Yin and Yang and controlling life and death.

"I understand!" Shi Hao was no longer just watching.

He stood up, and right there on the shore filled with baleful energy, he began to imitate Wang Teng's movements, beginning to practice the Kunpeng's posture.

Although he did not enter the water, he drew upon the blood mist permeating the surroundings.

"Hum—" A layer of faint golden light emerged on Shi Hao's body.

At times, he would stretch his arms, like a Great Peng spreading its wings, his figure nimble, leaving behind streaks of afterimages in the narrow cavern; at other times, he would form seals with his hands, like a Giant Kun sinking to the bottom, his entire body exuding the heavy, mountain-like Taiyin aura.

The Supreme Blood within his body was awakening, resonating with the Dao rhyme of this Kunpeng.

At his chest, the bone that had once been lost and was now regenerating was greedily devouring the blood mist in the air, engraving those scattered runes onto his newly born skeleton.

A brand new Kunpeng Technique, one that belonged only to Shi Hao, was being born in its embryonic form.

...

Time passed unconsciously.

One day, two days, ten days...

Inside this underground cavern, there was only the sound of that pool of boiling blood and two figures, one big and one small, practicing crazily.

Wang Teng's body could no longer be recognized as what it once was.

He had undergone dozens of skin-shedding and bone-changing processes.

At this moment, he lay quietly at the bottom of the blood pool.

The pool, originally full of True Kunpeng Blood, had now decreased by more than half and had become much thinner.

And Wang Teng's new body was simply a perfect work of art for slaughter.

Dark-gold scales covered his entire body once again, but this time, the edge of every scale had an extra layer of sharp black light.

His body had shrunk a size compared to before; it was no longer so bloated and massive.

Instead, it presented a streamlined aesthetic, as if it were born for extreme speed.

His nine tails swayed gently in the water; every sway could silently slice through the water current without a trace of worldly aura.

This was the Nine Nether Kunpeng Physique!

A terrifying physique that combined the devouring and defense of the Nine-Nether Ao with the extreme speed and offense of the Kunpeng!

At this moment, the Demon Transformation Cave was no longer a gloomy purgatory, but a furnace witnessing a miracle.

The True Kunpeng Blood was about to run out, and the once-boiling blood pool was now dried up.

Only the last and most essential cluster of purple-gold blood remained, beating like a heart in the chest of Wang Teng's Nine-Nether Ao form.

Wang Teng's cultivation realm had already stabilized at the early Heavenly Deity Realm.

Logically speaking, to transcend the Heavenly Deity Realm, touch the Great Dao, and step into the "Void Dao Realm" would require at least hundreds of years of comprehension and accumulation.

As for the legendary "Zhanwo Realm," it required cutting away one's own obsessions and seeing one's true nature.

For the living beings of the Eight Regions of the Lower Realm, that was a myth that existed only in ancient books.

But Wang Teng was not an ordinary being.

Flowing within his body was a wisp of the ruthless Empress's "Flying Immortal Power." And now, he had devoured the complete "demonic blood" of the Kunpeng.

"Not enough... still not enough!!" The Nine-Nether Ao lying at the bottom of the dried-up pool let out a low, unsatisfied roar.

He could feel that the power within his body had accumulated to a critical point.

That power was too vast, so vast that his Heavenly Deity Realm shell could not contain it at all!

It was like trying to force an entire ocean into a pond; if the dams were not widened, the only outcome would be for his body to explode and die.

"Since the Heavenly Deity Realm cannot contain it, then I will—shatter this sky!" A flash of determination and madness flickered in Wang Teng's dark-gold double pupils.

"Void Dao? Pass for me!" He suddenly mobilized the remaining Ruthless Emperor's blood within his body; that was the talent of the number one throughout the ages, the ultimate understanding of the Great Dao.

At this moment, Wang Teng's soul seemed to leave his body; he saw the web of laws interwoven between heaven and earth.

Ordinary cultivators entering the Void Dao Realm must merge their bodies with the Dao and integrate into this web.

But Wang Teng was a Nine-Nether Ao.

He did not need to merge with the Dao; he wanted to eat this Dao!

"Boom!" He opened his bloody maw and took a violent breath toward the void.

The "Void Dao laws" that should have allowed him to comprehend them were actually forcibly dragged into his body by him, turning into nourishment for the bones of the Nine-Nether Ao.

The realm barrier shattered instantly!

Void Dao Realm, achieved!

But this was merely a stepping stone.

Wang Teng did not pause for a second; he used this momentum of breakthrough to look toward that higher, more difficult, and more dangerous realm—the Zhanwo Mingdao Realm!

"What is Zhanwo?" Wang Teng's divine sense echoed in the Demon Transformation Cave, making the rock walls tremble.

"The world practices Zhanwo to cut away demonic nature and cut away the past self, seeking only the True Thusness."

"But I, Wang Teng, as a Nine-Nether Ao, am born a demon and live by consuming baleful energy."

"What I want to cut is not my demonic nature!"

"What I want to cut is this heaven and earth's shackles upon me! It is the barrier between man and beast! It is this cage of the Eight Regions of the Lower Realm!"

"Kunpeng Demonic Will, become my Heavenly Blade!"

"For me—cut!!!"

"Zheng!"