Chapter 50

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Amidst the screams and maniacal laughter outside the cave entrance, Amu, now inside the Heavenly Numbered Cave, dissipated the black glow in his eyes and remained calm.

Standing in the cave, Amu looked around, quietly observing the Heavenly Numbered Cave.

If someone who had been to the Heavenly Numbered Cave before were to see it now, they would be stunned. The once smooth and mirror-like green cave walls were now cracked, like a parched and cracked earth.

Once, standing inside the Heavenly Numbered Cave, one would feel the spiritual energy as vast as the sea, but now that feeling was long gone. The place had almost become like the outside world of Beihan, with spiritual energy, but it was now very thin, no longer as vast as before.

The treasure pearl on the cave ceiling still emitted a faint glow, though it was quite dim, and the stone platform was covered with cracks, like a spider web spreading out.

The entire Heavenly Numbered Cave was unrecognizable. It no longer resembled a cultivation cave but more like the ruins of a fierce battle.

Amu's lips curled. This was the result of the nine days and nine nights. All the spiritual energy in the Heavenly Numbered Cave had been absorbed into the demonic coffin.

Turning around, Amu looked towards the cave entrance. The restrictions here were still intact, and everything outside was clearly visible.

At that moment, Yang Feng, with disheveled hair, was wielding his immortal sword wildly, sometimes riding the wind, sometimes riding the sword, dancing and shouting, completely mad.

"Senior Brother Yang!"

"Senior Brother Yang! What's wrong with you!"

"Senior Brother Yang has gone mad!" The area below Luoyun Cliff was in chaos, and the Beihan disciples were at a loss.

Apart from the three demonic caves that could reduce one's cultivation, all other caves on Luoyun Cliff were very safe, and such a situation had never occurred before.

Seeing the scene, Amu sneered and muttered to himself, "I said you were unworthy! If it weren't for the sake of Senior Cold, I would have taken your life today!" Then, he no longer cared about these matters and sat cross-legged on the stone platform, closing his eyes to meditate.

At this point, the Heavenly Numbered Cave had no spiritual energy left for Amu to absorb; it was now a completely abandoned cave. However, it was extremely quiet, with no one to disturb him.

After sitting down, Amu embraced the principle of unity, and his divine consciousness sank directly into the dantian. Inside Amu's dantian, black mist swirled, and the black immortal root he had cultivated in the past was no longer there.

Nine days ago, Amu's immortal root had shattered and merged into the demonic coffin. Now, in the place where the immortal root used to grow, the mysterious and eerie demonic coffin stood tall, ancient and unchanging.

Black mist swirled, runes glowed, ancient and solemn, exuding a sense of ancient demonic power, as if containing the great Dao.

Occasionally, streaks of blood-red lightning flashed through the dantian.

"Using the coffin as the root!"

If someone were to see Amu's dantian at this moment, they would be shocked to death. This completely broke the cultivation rules of the Sea of Desolation.

At the same time, Amu's divine consciousness released countless black ancient characters resembling tadpoles. Each character emitted an incredibly brilliant black light, mysterious and wondrous. Countless black ancient characters continuously flew out, then linked together like a dragon, circling around the demonic coffin.

*The Ancient Desolate Demon Scripture*—this was Amu's greatest gain during the nine days and nine nights.

On that day, for some reason, it seemed a thread of demonic soul returned, and the demonic coffin trembled. Amu's mind was invaded by a demonic shadow, and he fell into a coma.

On the seventh day, Amu woke up from a deep dream, and the Desolate Demon Scripture had materialized from the demonic coffin and was already imprinted in Amu's mind.

The Desolate Demon Scripture was written in ancient demonic script, but for some reason, Amu understood it all without a teacher, as if the characters were branded into his destiny.

"Destiny! Born with a connection to demons?" When Amu woke up that day, although he could not fully understand the cause and effect within the Heavenly Numbered Cave, he felt that everything was predestined, and he seemed to be inseparable from the word "demon."

Amu recalled the night he left Liu Town, when under the moonlight, he received the coffin, and his master Wang Jue had said that his constitution was special, and he could control the demonic coffin, making him a worthy successor. Master Wang also instructed him that cultivation had no distinction between right and wrong, and both immortals and demons had their own paths. The distinction between right and wrong, and the debate between immortals and demons, were merely deceptive words, the ignorant talk of children.

"Cultivation has no distinction between right and wrong, and both immortals and demons have their own paths!" On that day, although Amu was shocked by these words, he did not fully understand why his master had warned him about these things.

Now, thinking back, Master Wang must have foreseen what would happen to him today.

"Demons?" In fact, Amu did not care about these things. In his previous life, Amu was a demon king who killed people.

Immortals and demons? Who could say clearly?

When Amu woke up that day, although his body ached and his head was dizzy, he felt a mysterious power rising from his dantian, connecting through his meridians and channels. Amu's immortal bones seemed to have undergone a unique tempering, becoming even stronger than before. Amu could feel the vigorous blood and mysterious power contained in his muscles and bones.

"Power of demonic cultivation!" Through the Desolate Demon Scripture, Amu understood this power, and at the same time, he suddenly felt that he possessed an extremely special divine consciousness.

Although this divine consciousness could only cover a few miles, for Amu, who had only been cultivating for three months, having such divine consciousness was almost a miracle.

More surprisingly, Amu's divine consciousness could penetrate all the restrictions on Luoyun Cliff, something even a Spirit Saint cultivator could not do.

The situations in the thirty-three caves on Luoyun Cliff were all within his sight. The fifteen initial cultivation caves, with fifteen cultivators, were all clearly visible under Amu's divine consciousness.

What particularly caught Amu's attention was the first-numbered cave in the fixed cultivation area, where a handsome purple-clothed young man sat like an old monk. This must be Mei Lingfeng, the son of Beihan Sect's Southern Peak Master Mei Wangnan.

Another person who caught Amu's attention was a cold-faced purple-clothed beauty cultivating in the Human Numbered Cave. This was naturally Han Bingyi, another named disciple of Han Qianli.

These two were the only ones who slightly frowned when Amu's divine consciousness swept over them, as if they had some slight perception of it, but that was all. What delighted Amu even more was that he discovered his divine consciousness could interfere with and even destroy the divine consciousness of cultivators of the same level. One day, he accidentally interfered with the divine consciousness of an initial cultivator, nearly causing him to go mad.

"Divine consciousness of demons! Cultivation of demons!" Amu defined himself this way.

From Master Wang Jue's warning and three months of cultivation at Beihan, he knew that the cultivation world generally looked down on demonic cultivation.

So when he saw Han Qianli and others treating him with such importance, he decided to hide everything, as he did not yet know what would happen. Indeed, no one could see through Amu's cultivation, and Amu became a waste in everyone's eyes. Amu, however, saw the beauty and ugliness of human hearts.

This further solidified Amu's thoughts. Let everyone think he was a waste, and one day, they would pay the price.

The demonic cultivation power in Amu's body, rooted in the demonic coffin, flowed through his entire body, quite abundant. Last night, he had a small test, and Amu felt that his cultivation had reached the eighth stage of initial cultivation. Otherwise, he could not have controlled the air to form a sword. For a cultivator child to reach the eighth stage of initial cultivation in just three months was a speed that could not be described as monstrous.

And today, Yang Feng unfortunately became the first test subject for his demonic divine consciousness. Using demonic divine consciousness to sever divine consciousness, Yang Feng went completely mad!

As for Zhao Xian, the clown, let him jump around. It was not worth the effort, and perhaps he would be useful in the future.

"Cultivation has no distinction between right and wrong, and both immortals and demons have their own paths!"

After Han Qianli told him about the fall of the Northern Kingdom, Amu yearned for power even more. He wanted to become strong quickly.

"Waste! Ridiculous." Amu coldly smiled, sitting with the demonic coffin, a treasure of the three realms. In the future, I will let everyone know the power of Amu.

"With this demonic coffin, I will dominate the three realms!" This was the first time Amu had recalled Master Wang Jue's words since coming to Beihan.

The nine days and nine nights made Amu deeply realize the mysterious and wondrous nature of the demonic coffin, and the Desolate Demon Scripture was deeply imprinted in his mind.

"Demons are the indomitable people of heaven and earth! Demonic intent is the unyielding will of ten thousand ancient years! The path of demons is the way to heaven among the thirty million great paths. Cultivating demons, one treads the path of blood without violating one's true heart. If immortals obstruct, kill the immortals; if Buddhas obstruct, destroy the Buddhas. Only my path of demons stands supreme for ten thousand ancient years."

The black Desolate Demon Scripture characters continuously evolved in Amu's mind, accompanied by thick black mist and threads of blood light.

The Ancient Desolate Demon Scripture was profound and ancient, a scripture of ten thousand ancient years, a method of great cultivation. Amu could not yet fully understand even a fraction of it.

However, Amu had grasped one of its abilities, the "Ten Thousand Demons Transforming into Immortals Technique."

The Ten Thousand Demons Transforming into Immortals Technique was the foundation of cultivating the Desolate Demon Scripture, taking the meaning of transforming demonic power into immortal power. This technique could absorb the immortal power of cultivators of the same level and then convert it into one's own demonic cultivation power.

Possessing this technique, one could almost be invincible in battles of the same level, and even in battles against higher levels, it was not impossible.

Amu did not dare to imagine fully understanding the Desolate Demon Scripture, but practicing the Ten Thousand Demons Transforming into Immortals Technique was a must. Today, Amu came to the Heavenly Numbered Cave to practice this technique.

Although all the spiritual energy in the Heavenly Numbered Cave had been absorbed by the demonic coffin during the nine days and nine nights, it was still a quiet place, suitable for Amu's secret cultivation.

Sitting steadily on the stone platform, Amu entered a state of no self, and the Heavenly Numbered Cave was eerily quiet. Amu's expression was calm, like an old monk in meditation. Occasionally, black light flashed around him, disappearing instantly.

One hour, two hours, three hours...

The sun set, the moon rose, the moon set, the sun rose.

No one knew how long it had been. Suddenly, Amu opened his eyes, made a hand seal, and shouted, "Transform into a demon!"

The remaining threads of spiritual energy in the cave suddenly fluctuated strangely, and more spiritual energy emerged from the cracked stone walls. These threads of spiritual energy eventually transformed into black light, floating in the air, crisscrossing.

"Swallow!" With Amu's shout, all the crisscrossing black light was absorbed into his body.

Without an opponent, Amu could only try converting the spiritual energy into demonic energy. Indeed, it was extraordinary. The threads of demonic energy fused into his dantian, and Amu felt a surge of energy.

This feeling was similar to gathering spiritual energy, but the demonic energy seemed to be more welcomed by Amu's body. Each thread of demonic energy entering his body made his dantian joyfully churn.

At this moment, Amu suddenly felt the demonic coffin in his dantian vibrate slightly, then slowly sink.

"Hmm?" Amu was startled, "Is it going to sleep again?"

Sure enough, the demonic coffin sank below the dantian, silent and still, just like before.

During the nine days and nine nights, the demonic coffin had delivered the Desolate Demon Scripture, helped Amu temper his immortal bones and demonic body, reaching the eighth stage of initial cultivation, and cultivated the Ten Thousand Demons Transforming into Immortals Technique. It seemed to have temporarily completed a mission and returned to its former state.

However, in the center of Amu's dantian, a faint shadow of the demonic coffin formed, enveloped and connected by demonic cultivation power.

Amu sighed. Even Master Wang Jue could not fully understand the demonic coffin, so how could he? Being able to cultivate with the power of the demonic coffin was already a great blessing. How could he expect to fully possess it?

However, Amu believed that one day, the demonic coffin would be completely under his control.

Standing up, he looked outside the cave. The moon was high in the sky, and he had no idea how many days and nights he had spent cultivating.

However, no one was waiting anxiously outside the cave anymore. Now, probably only a few people in Beihan still cared about Amu's life and death.

But Amu did not notice that in the sky above Luoyun Cliff, a middle-aged cultivator in white robes, concealing all his aura, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth and a pale face, as if injured, stood silently.

"Amu, if I leave, you will have to rely on yourself from now on!" The white-robed cultivator muttered to himself, then looked at the ancient jade in his hand. The light on the jade was extremely dim, as if it could disappear at any moment.

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