The Demon Lord of All Forms

Chapter 27 Cultivation

Li Qinghe looked at Yun Weiyang and sneered.

"The method to become a celestial immortal? If the 'Demon Seal Scripture' records the complete method to become an immortal, then it is not a celestial skill, but an immortal scripture! The entire demonic path combined can only produce half a volume of the 'Primordial Beginning Scripture,' and the Nine Nether Sect has no immortal scriptures."

Upon hearing this, Yun Weiyang's eyes flashed with surprise. He had thought that the Nine Nether Sect, as a major sect of the demonic path, would at least have a single immortal scripture. He hadn't expected that immortal scriptures were so rare that the entire demonic path couldn't even put together a complete one.

"Take a look at it yourself first. Don't rush into cultivation, or you will surely die. I will teach you cultivation after I return."

Li Qinghe took a step forward, her figure transforming into a streak of sword light, and disappeared outside the cave.

Yun Weiyang paid no attention to Li Qinghe's departure. She sat down cross-legged, closed her eyes, and immersed her consciousness in the text of the "Demon Seal Scripture".

Meanwhile, in Jiangdu City, thousands of miles away.

Inside the palace, Su Qinghe sat on a sandalwood couch, barefoot, his white robes disheveled, his eyes closed, his consciousness churning in an invisible ocean.

Hundreds of thousands of points of light flickered in the Wheel of Rebirth. These were his incarnations. At this moment, the text of the "Demon Seal Scripture" appeared simultaneously in the consciousness of the 100,000 people in Lin'an City, the 300,000 people in Jiangdu City, and countless people in the villages and towns along the way.

Su Qinghe is using all the manpower at his disposal to calculate and experiment with the cultivation method of this manual.

Through his interactions with Li Qinghe over the years, he has basically mastered the terminology of the cultivation world. Meridians, acupoints, dantian, and divine consciousness—these terms that were once like celestial books have now become concrete, actionable concepts.

Su Qinghe originally thought this experiment would be simpler, but as soon as the experiment began, 1,200 people died.

Su Qinghe frowned.

The Heavenly Skill is not something that ordinary people can easily practice once they get their hands on it. Ordinary books and mystical texts can be practiced by ordinary people, at most they won't succeed but there won't be any major problems. But the Heavenly Skill is different. Every level and every step of the Heavenly Skill is full of danger and variables. If you take a wrong step, the result will be the destruction of your body and soul.

The "Demon Seal Scripture" is more dangerous and more bizarre than ordinary celestial arts.

The first step in practicing the "Scripture of the Demon" is to create inscriptions on one's own soul.

The demonic heart is ink, all laws are paper. Heaven and earth, land and spirit, are inscribed in seal script on a small inch; the souls of all beings are carved as ink. One stroke brings life, one stroke brings death, one stroke reverses the beginning of cause and effect. Borrowing their skin to preserve my own will, exchanging their hearts and bones to plant my own folly. How can I know that there is no self in this world, that all beings will become my body?

The general outline of this cultivation method doesn't read like a scripture; it's more like the ramblings of a madman. But Su Qinghe understood it.

The first step in cultivating the "Demon Seal Scripture" is to inscribe one's own soul, treating it as a blank sheet of paper upon which to carve demonic mantras. This step is the most important and the most dangerous; it is rare for even one in a thousand cultivators to succeed. Most people's souls collapse the moment they put pen to paper for the first time.

Su Qinghe looked at the scriptures in his hand and suddenly felt that they looked somewhat familiar.

This ability to possess others and transform them into oneself is remarkably similar to his ability to devour and bestow souls.

However, compared to his limitless soul-devouring limit, the "Demon Seal Scripture" has its limits. The process of possessing others and replicating supernatural powers is also more complicated, unlike him, who can turn others into his own avatars as long as he touches them.

Su Qinghe compared the "Demon Seal Scripture" with his own abilities for a long time and came to the conclusion that his abilities were like the ultimate version of the "Demon Seal Scripture." He didn't need to cultivate or take any risks; as long as he touched it, he could do what the "Demon Seal Scripture" could only do after it had been cultivated to perfection.

But this doesn't mean that the "Demon Seal Scripture" was useless to Su Qinghe. On the contrary, this manual gave him a framework, a system, and a way of thinking that could transform his instincts into actionable methods.

A month later.

Finally, someone in Lin'an City has successfully entered the sect.

He was a farmer from Jiangdu City who originally only had the cultivation level of Qi Refining Realm. After Su Qinghe forcibly raised him to the Longevity Realm, he became an experimental subject.

On his twelfth attempt, the farmer successfully inscribed the first demonic mantra on his soul. He did not die, go mad, or experience any discomfort.

Su Qinghe recorded his cultivation path and had others follow it.

The second one was a success, the third one, the fourth one...

Inside the cave, Yun Weiyang opened his eyes; it was time for him to cultivate on his own.

Within Yun Weiyang's sea of ​​consciousness, a soul manifested.

After his cultivation was abolished, the twenty-five star beads disappeared, leaving only this naked, essential soul.

Yun Weiyang's soul is much larger than that of an ordinary person. When Su Qinghe created Yun Weiyang's avatar, he specially found several hundred people for Yun Weiyang to devour, so that Yun Weiyang's soul strength far exceeded that of an ordinary person. Otherwise, Yun Weiyang would not have been able to condense twenty-five star beads.

At this moment, this soul slowly surged in Yun Weiyang's sea of ​​consciousness, like a restless flame. Within the flame, faint tadpole-shaped demonic mantras were wandering. These were the texts of the "Demon Seal Scripture," which he had already memorized deep within his soul.

Yun Weiyang's consciousness descended.

Without the slightest hesitation.

Consciousness transformed into an invisible blade, slashing down.

His massive soul was torn in two, and an indescribable pain surged through him, as if someone were sawing his consciousness inch by inch with a blunt knife.

But Yun Weiyang didn't care at all and ignored this pain.

Consciousness continued to split, the blade transforming into a giant axe, constantly slashing down, smoothing and rounding the edges of the two soul clusters, and then chiseling the two soul clusters apart again, dividing them into four clusters, eight clusters, and sixteen clusters.

The beginning of the practice of the "Seal Demon Scripture" is to reshape the soul and forge one's own soul into "soul steel" that can be repeatedly engraved.

Only by strengthening the essence of the soul can one inscribe supernatural powers upon it and condense the seed of demonic energy.

The quality and size of the soul steel created in this first step determine how far a cultivator can go in the future.

An ordinary person would have fainted from the pain and lost their soul at the first blow by this point. Even if they survived the first blow, the subsequent thousands of cuts would be unbearable for an ordinary person.

Every cut is like tearing flesh from the soul, every hammer blow is like striking the consciousness. This is not physical pain, but a pure torment at the level of the soul that cannot be relieved by any medicine.

But Yun Weiyang didn't care about the pain.

With constant chiseling and forging, the massive soul was repeatedly chiseled open, piled up, and forged. Consciousness seemed to be worn away inch by inch, and the soul was constantly disintegrating. The intense pain throughout the body surged like a tide, wave after wave, without end.

But these pains could not shake Yun Weiyang.

He has witnessed the joys and sorrows of hundreds of thousands of people. The memories of those mortals—the cries at birth, the confusion of adolescence, the trembling on their wedding night, the fear of becoming parents for the first time, and the deepening aches in their joints as they grow old—are all piled up and are heavier than any physical pain.

Compared to the joys and sorrows of hundreds of thousands of people, this torment of the soul is utterly insignificant.