56: Chapter 56 Roar! The bloodline inheritance of the Nine Nether Hound was activated once again.

A clear and resonant blade-hum exploded deep within Wang Teng's sea of consciousness.

That was not a real blade, but a blade of will condensed from the unyielding intent contained within the Kunpeng's true blood!

The first strike, slashing toward the physical body!

"Pfft!" Wang Teng's massive Nine-Nether Ao body actually disintegrated on its own at this moment!

Scales flew everywhere, and flesh and blood burst apart. This was not self-destruction, but breaking through to establish anew.

He was slashing away his old mortal shell, slashing away those impure dross.

Within that bursting blood mist, a more perfect newborn body, flowing with purple-gold blood and bones carved with the dual runes of the Nine-Nether and the Kunpeng, was reforming!

The second strike, slashing toward the soul!

"Ah!!!" Wang Teng let out a heart-wrenching roar.

This strike severed his weakness as a "human" and severed his sense of detachment as a "transmigrator."

He nailed his soul firmly onto this Ten Fiends body, completely achieving the unification of soul and flesh.

From now on, he was both human and fierce beast; he was both Wang Teng and the Nine-Nether Ao!

There was no longer any distinction between them!

The third strike, slashing toward the firmament!

This strike was the most ruthless and absolute!

Wang Teng drew upon all the baleful energy within the Demon Transformation Cave, turning it into a blade beam that surged against the clouds, slashing directly at the "Divine Dao Shackles" that suppressed the Eight Regions of the Lower Realm from the void!

"Crack!" A shattering sound that only Wang Teng could hear rang out.

That was the fracturing of rules. That was the ultimate leap in the level of life!

"Rumble!" The entire North Sea was trembling, and the Kunpeng Nest was shaking.

A power that transcended the Heavenly God realm and rose above the Void Dao realm, carrying a terrifying aura of "I alone am supreme, understanding the origin," erupted from the depths of the earth!

Inside the Demon Transformation Cave, all phenomena vanished.

The blood pool had completely dried up, leaving not even a trace of red.

At the center stood a man with black hair draped over his shoulders.

He was bare-chested, his skin possessing a bronze texture, and every inch of his muscle contained explosive power capable of destroying the heavens and the earth.

Between his eyebrows, a vertical dark-gold divine mark shimmered, resembling a closed third eye.

Behind him, his nine tails were no longer solid beast tails, but had transformed into nine blurred chains of order.

They swayed slowly in the void, each movement slicing through space.

Zhanwo Realm, achieved!

"Roar!" The next moment, a wild roar erupted; it seemed it was not over yet!

This roar was no longer the pained cry emitted for the sake of cultivation, nor was it a deterrent against enemies.

This was a kind of extreme desire and greed originating from the depths of his genes, from the origin of that eternal first fierce beast!

Just as Wang Teng had proudly declared "I am the Heaven" in a moment of great ambition, the Nine-Nether Ao bloodline within him, which had originally calmed down, seemed to be tempted by something fatal and erupted into a riot again without any warning!

"Thump! Thump! Thump!" Wang Teng's heart beat violently, like the beating of a heavenly drum.

His newly reformed perfect human body unexpectedly underwent a mutation beyond his control at this moment.

His back arched violently, and his clothes instantly burst apart.

Those nine tails that had originally turned into chains of order and appeared quite sacred now unexpectedly condensed back into solid form!

Moreover, they became even more hideous and violent than before!

The dragon heads at the end of each tail now opened their blood-red maws.

Scarlet saliva flowed from those pairs of dragon eyes, staring fixedly at the area behind the dried-up blood pool—that seemingly unremarkable rock wall.

"Thump—!!!" This heartbeat seemed to come from the end of the Boundary Sea embankment.

Crossing endless eras and darkness, it struck heavily upon Wang Teng's soul.

That was no longer the ordinary fierce might belonging to the Nine-Nether Ao race, but a kind of... more ancient, more taboo, primordial darkness that even made the Great Dao of this world tremble.

Wang Teng's newly reformed perfect physical body now spasmed violently and uncontrollably.

He felt his spine burning as if it were red-hot, and a jet-black, yet eerily pale-white patterned energy was spreading wildly along his spine, instantly crawling all over his nine tails that were turning violent.

"This is... the Ancestor's mark?!" Although Wang Teng's consciousness was enduring intense pain, as a transmigrator, he knew too well what this aura meant.

The Nine-Nether Ao race was not born looking like this.

In that despair-inducing source of "Perfect World," the ancestor of the Nine-Nether Ao, that existence revered as the "World-Destroying Elder," was a supreme titan who had truly stepped one foot into the Immortal Emperor realm!

He was one of the origins of darkness, the culprit who had once turned countless eras into ruins!

This bloodline was too noble and too terrifying; since that ancestor, no one in the Nine-Nether Ao race had been able to awaken this most primitive "World-Destroying Power."

But today, right here in these small Eight Regions of the Lower Realm, at the bottom of the Demon Transformation Cave in the Kunpeng Nest, a miracle occurred.

This was a fortuitous coincidence that could not be replicated!

First, it was the wisp of "Flying Immortal Power" from the Ruthless Empress.

That was the obsession of "not seeking to become an immortal, but only to wait for you in the mortal world," her talent stunning for all eternity, forcibly elevating Wang Teng's level of life.

It gave him the qualification to touch the "Emperor" realm.

Second, it was the pool of "Demonic Blood" from the Kunpeng.

The Kunpeng spent its entire life fighting against the Immortal Kings of the foreign realm and the sources of darkness.

Within its blood, it contained the most extreme hatred and killing intent toward darkness.

When this "hatred" washed into Wang Teng's body, it was like pouring a basin of boiling oil into a pile of dead ashes.

The "dark factors" sleeping within the Nine-Nether Ao bloodline, stimulated crazily by the aura of their mortal enemy, instinctively... awakened to resist the Kunpeng's will!

Finally, it was Wang Teng's "Zhanwo" strike.

That strike was too ruthless and absolute!

Not only did it slash away his mortal shell, but it also accidentally slashed open the bloodline shackles that had been sealed deep within his genes for hundreds of millions of years!

"Hum—" Behind Wang Teng, the void suddenly collapsed over a large area.

In the depths of the collapsed darkness, no specific dharma image manifested.

Instead, a withered, thin figure appeared vaguely, yet it was so terrifying that one glance would cause one's primordial spirit to shatter.

The figure sat cross-legged on a broken embankment, their body wreathed in gray mist.

Behind them, nine tails like nine sky-supporting pillars pierced through countless broken universes.

World-Destroying Elder—Dharma Body Projection!

Although it was only a fleeting phantom, not even one ten-billionth of their power, this status was too high!

"Roar! Roar! Roar!..." As the ancestor's phantom flashed, Wang Teng's nine solid dragon tails underwent a horrifying mutation.

The originally dark-gold scales now turned completely ash-gray.

Flowing upon them was a kind of "Nirvana Aura" capable of corroding all Daos and causing time itself to decay.

The dragon heads at the ends of the tails became even more withered and hideous, like nine mummified dragon heads crawling out of hell.

Their eye sockets were deeply sunken, with ash-white ghost fire burning inside.

This was no longer ordinary consumption; this was—Nirvana!

"So hungry..." An ancient and vicissitudinous will briefly took control of Wang Teng's body.

That was not Wang Teng's will; that was the primitive hunger awakened within his bloodline.