153: Chapter 153 The Primordial Demon Emperor's Technique, Xia Jin's Transformation

Xia Jin spent a while affectionately with Leng Yuexi, then slowly stood up and said, "Yue Xi, this Prince needs to go into seclusion for a few days."

Leng Yuexi nodded, "Husband, go ahead. I will keep watch for you."

Xia Jin smiled faintly and turned to walk into the inner palace.

As the palace doors closed, he sat cross-legged on the Cold Jade Bed and submerged his mind into his Sea of Consciousness.

"System," he called out. "Extract mission rewards."

[Ding! Congratulations to the Host for extracting mission rewards: 8,000 years of cultivation, Primordial Demon Emperor Art (Elementary).]

The moment the voice faded, Xia Jin's focus shifted entirely to the Cultivation Technique he had just obtained: the Primordial Demon Emperor Art.

Xia Jin furrowed his brows slightly, carefully sensing the profound mysteries of this Cultivation Technique.

Three thousand years?! To evolve this Primordial Demon Emperor Art from Elementary to Great Perfection, it actually requires 3,000 years? After seeing the annotation following the Cultivation Technique, Xia Jin couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Since he had obtained the System, he had never seen any Cultivation Technique that required such a long time to evolve.

"Three thousand years..." Xia Jin's expression gradually became grave, and a strange glint appeared in his eyes. "It takes 3,000 years to evolve to Perfection. Just what level of Cultivation Technique is this Primordial Demon Emperor Art?"

He remained silent for a moment. Then, without the slightest hesitation, he issued the order directly.

[System, use 3,000 years of cultivation to evolve the Primordial Demon Emperor Art!]

[Command received. Beginning evolution of the Primordial Demon Emperor Art...]

[Evolving... Please wait...]

As the System's voice faded, Xia Jin felt a mysterious and profound fluctuation surge from the depths of his Sea of Consciousness, madly pouring into every corner of his body.

Very quickly, in less than ten breaths of time, a strange transformation occurred!

Xia Jin's originally black hair began to transform at a speed visible to the naked eye. Starting from the roots, a mesmerizing purple-gold color slowly spread, rapidly diffusing. Within a few breaths, his entire head of black hair had turned purple-gold.

At the same time, the Sun Mark at the center of his forehead slowly emerged! Vaguely, one could see a great sun rising and falling behind him, exhaling terrifying energy.

However, these were only superficial manifestations. The truly terrifying change was yet to come.

Xia Jin kept his eyes tightly closed, and the aura around his body began to transform uncontrollably. It was an aura that stood above all things; although very faint, it clearly belonged to an existence of a higher level.

The Void Realm behind him also gradually began to distort. Wisps of white flames floated out from his body uncontrollably. Eventually, they formed a huge white wheel of light, like a divine sun wheel, illuminating the entire inner palace as if it were broad daylight.

And Xia Jin, sitting cross-legged in the center of the wheel of light, now possessed an aura of looking down upon all living beings and reigning over the world. It was as if he were the only emperor in this heaven and earth. The Demon Emperor.

Unfortunately, no one outside noticed such an astonishing phenomenon. Perhaps it was an accident, but for the first time ever, the System had taken action to directly conceal Xia Jin's aura at this moment.

In the pavilion outside the palace, Leng Yuexi sat quietly, but her eyes remained fixed on the tightly closed palace doors, a trace of worry flashing in them.

Time passed slowly. After an unknown amount of time, the white wheel of light behind Xia Jin's head gradually converged, transforming back into wisps of flames that submerged into his body. The Sun Mark on his forehead also slowly dimmed, fading beneath his skin.

Only his long purple-gold hair remained striking, and it had not returned to its original black color. Xia Jin slowly opened his eyes. Deep within his pupils, a flash of purple-gold light flickered and then vanished.

"Three thousand years, exchanged for the Great Perfection of the Primordial Demon Emperor Art..." The corners of Xia Jin's mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly, and his hands were tightly clenched together in excitement. "It was worth it."

He could clearly feel that although his cultivation level did not seem to have improved, something in his body seemed to have been awakened. If he guessed correctly, it was highly likely that his Bloodline had undergone a transformation.

"Demon Emperor..." Xia Jin murmured, repeating the two words, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. "Could it be that one day, this Prince will also turn into the image of that Demon Emperor? Interesting..."

In his mind, he involuntarily recalled the figure he had seen in that mysterious space after he had achieved his Breakthrough to the Tongshen Realm.

And just as Xia Jin was in seclusion. In the Western Regions, at Kasyapa Temple. Inside the stone pagoda in the deepest part of the temple, Venerable Miaodi sat cross-legged.

He pressed his palms together, and the bottle of life energy liquid obtained from the temple assessment floated quietly before him. Even an ordinary person would know that the terrifying vitality contained within that emerald-green liquid was immense.

Even with the nine lifetimes of experience possessed by Venerable Miaodi, whose state of mind had long been as calm as an ancient well, he still could not control the excitement in his heart at this moment.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly calmed his mood. He slowly reached out and pulled out the bottle stopper. In just an instant, a faint, almost imperceptible aura drifted out from the bottle.

That aura was so weak it was almost impossible to detect, but the moment it drifted out of the stone pagoda, the entire area within a hundred miles of Kasyapa Temple underwent a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering change in a short amount of time!

The originally parched ground sprouted fresh green at a speed visible to the naked eye, growing to a foot high in the blink of an eye. Immediately after, wildflowers bloomed in the grass. And all of this was solely because of that wisp of aura.

In a Buddhist city outside the temple, an old man who had been bedridden for decades suddenly felt his whole body lighten. He sat up in disbelief and looked down at his hands; his originally withered skin had now become ruddy and full.

He tried to stand up and took a few steps. The old man stood stunned on the spot, then fell to his knees with a thud, tears streaming down his face as he faced the direction of Kasyapa Temple: "The Buddha has manifested! The Buddha has manifested!"

In a more distant village, a dying child suddenly opened his eyes and called out "Mother" in a clear voice. His mother was stunned for a moment, then hugged the child and wailed, kowtowing continuously in the direction of Kasyapa Temple while crying.

One place after another. Within a hundred miles, all the sick and injured were completely healed. Countless people walked out of their houses, knelt in the direction of Kasyapa Temple, chanting and kowtowing devoutly.

"May the Buddha protect us!" "The Living Buddha of Kasyapa Temple has manifested!" "Amitabha! Amitabha!" The rising and falling sounds of Buddhist chanting converged into a vast wave of sound.

Inside Kasyapa Temple, Head Monk Liansheng had been meditating in his Zen room when he suddenly seemed to sense something and opened his eyes abruptly. His figure suddenly disappeared, and he then appeared directly outside the Zen room, his eyes fixed intently on the stone pagoda.

At the top of the pagoda, a faint, almost imperceptible emerald-green light was slowly dissipating. "This is... could it be..." Head Monk Liansheng seemed to have guessed something.

"Nine lifetimes of Reincarnation... Nine lifetimes of Reincarnation!" He murmured to himself, "Venerable Miaodi... he has finally waited for it! My Kasyapa Temple is about to welcome a great prosperity."

He took a deep breath, slowly landed in front of the stone pagoda, and then bowed deeply and respectfully toward the direction of the stone pagoda. "Disciple Liansheng congratulates Venerable Miaodi!"

His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached inside the pagoda. Inside the stone pagoda, Venerable Miaodi did not respond. He simply opened his mouth gently, and the liquid in the bottle fell directly into his mouth. A green aura, like a silkworm cocoon, directly enveloped him.