Chapter 826 - 520: Serve Me as Master, Seize the Creation of Heaven and Earth! (Double-length)

Chapter 826: Chapter 520: Serve Me as Master, Seize the Creation of Heaven and Earth! (Double-length)

Not to mention, the identity of the Undead Ancestor also holds immense value. If utilized properly, it could become an undeniable support behind Song Changming.

"Senior, you mentioned your true form is sealed beneath ten thousand meters of ice and rock. Is there any way to help you unseal and escape?" Song Changping tentatively asked.

This was something Song Changming had wanted to ask but hadn’t gotten around to. Song Changping intended to sound him out first.

"There is no way to break it. No one in this world can break it. If the master can obtain more inheritance from the Witch Race and master it, there might be a chance..."

Yuan San, aware of the blood relationship between Song Changping and Song Changming, spoke openly to Song Changping without intention to hide anything.

"With the strength that Senior possesses, who could have sealed you?" Song Chang’an interjected.

"It must have been an Immortal God, though I’m not quite sure. It was all during the Ancient Era..." Yuan San shook his head.

"There really were Immortal Gods during the Ancient Era..." Song Chang’an’s crimson red eyes widened, filled with amazement.

"I’m not entirely certain; it’s just that the power was akin to that of an Immortal God..." Yuan San murmured in slight confusion.

Song Changping wasn’t entirely convinced by what he said. Regardless of whether it was an actual Immortal God, according to the Undead Ancestor, he should have been sealed by a powerful divine being from either the Late Ancient Era or the beginning of antiquity.

By that time, the Witch Race was almost extinct, naturally unable to rescue him.

Seeing this Undead Ancestor being so cooperative, Song Changping proceeded to inquire about many past events.

However, among them, some were remembered by this Undead Ancestor, while others were ambiguous and unconfirmed, leaving some questions unanswered.

Even so, it allowed Song Changping and his companion to know a great deal, as if listening to mythological tales from the dawn of time.

Through this understanding, Song Changping began to form a rough outline of the vague and ethereal Ancient Era in his mind.

"Who would have thought, the distant civilizations of the past nurtured so many powerful creatures and clans. Compared to them, today’s Ten Thousand Demons and the Human Race seem much weaker..." Song Changping couldn’t help but lament.

Even as a fellow undead, he was still worlds apart from this Undead Ancestor before him.

"Why is that?" Song Chang’an asked, puzzled.

"There are many factors." After some thought, Yuan San replied, "The interruption of inheritance, the continuous decline of spiritual energy in the environment, and several great catastrophes of living beings throughout history are all reasons."

"Can you elaborate, Senior?" Song Changping asked.

Yuan San shook his head, "I’ve been sealed underground for so long that I only have vague perceptions of many events and have inferred from brief analyses. I don’t know much about the specifics of past events."

As the three conversed, within the ring of Evil Yin Qi, Song Changming was not disturbed in the slightest, fully engrossed in his cultivation.

In his Purple Mansion, the precious Grandmaster Essence Blood, which would take a grandmaster considerable time and effort to refine, was rapidly generating under the nourishment of the Immortal Fruit.

Fourteen drops, fifteen drops, sixteen drops...

Twenty drops, twenty-one drops, twenty-two drops...

The Immortal Tree, born from the creation of heaven and earth and life force, produced an Immortal Fruit, whose effects far exceeded the imagination of both humans and demons.

Time slowly passed, and when the thirty-fifth Grandmaster Essence Blood was produced within Song Changming’s Purple Mansion, he realized that the remaining energy of the Immortal Fruit could no longer be applied to Qi Refining.

Otherwise, it would be detrimental. It would not only fail to produce more Grandmaster Essence Blood but might also harm the foundation of his Purple Mansion.

"What a pity. I thought with this progress, directly breaking through from the Middle Stage of Grandmaster to the Late Realm Cultivation wouldn’t be a problem..."

Song Changming felt a slight regret but decisively halted his Qi Refining practice.

There was no need to force himself. This wave of Grandmaster cultivation was an incredible boon for any martial artist, almost equivalent to the results of centuries of cultivation!

A grandmaster’s average lifespan is roughly four hundred years, so this extra hundred years of cultivation results are incredibly significant, turning many impossible tasks into possible ones in the future.

This is not merely a benefit on the current power level but also an intangible elevation of a martial artist’s future potential!

Sensing the abundant Master’s Power emanating from the thirty-five Essence Blood within his Purple Mansion, Song Changming was in high spirits.

"This is truly a qualitative change!" Comparing his cultivation strength before obtaining the Immortal Fruit, he couldn’t help but sigh again.

Though he had just reached the Grandmaster Middle Realm, he now seemed not far from the Late Realm Cultivation after just a moment in the Celestial Ruins Realm!

And it was all granted by a single Immortal Fruit.

Yet this was not the end. His current Refinement was far from over.

As the Purple Mansion found it difficult to continue cultivating and absorbing the Immortal Fruit’s energy, his magical Witch Refining Technique would take over, conducting the second phase of cultivation.

As he switched techniques, the energy fluctuations around Song Changming’s body became elusive and mysterious.

Yuan San suddenly looked in Song Changming’s direction with a sense of intuition, aware that Song Changming had begun cultivating the Witch Race’s technique.

For a moment, he seemed to return to the Ancient Era, recalling scenes where members of the Ancient Witch Race were still around.

They often went bare-chested, revealing steely muscles, casually sitting on the ground, practicing witchcraft freely, refining their flesh and strengthening their bodies!

Just like Song Changming at this moment.

However, compared to the generally giant-like strong and broad body frames of the Witch Race, Song Changming appeared much more slender.

In the end, Song Changming is merely of pure blood Human Race, not a descendant of the Ancient Witch Race. Even with witchcraft practice, he cannot change his human bloodline.

"What’s the matter?" Song Changping asked Yuan San, noticing his sudden interest in Song Changming.

In reality, he didn’t fully trust Yuan San either, and was, in fact, keeping an eye on the Undead Ancestor for Song Changming.

If Yuan San showed any sign of making a rash move, he would strike immediately, hoping to buy Song Changming some reaction time.

"Nothing," Yuan San replied, withdrawing his gaze and not taking any further action.

Meanwhile, Song Changming continued his uninterrupted cultivation, embracing both the energy of the Immortal Fruit and the essence of the Demon King’s flesh and blood, all willingly received, refined, and absorbed by the Witch Refining Technique.

His body continued to enhance bit by bit until it became unstoppable!

Eighty-seven strands of Dragon Power, eighty-eight strands of Dragon Power, eighty-nine strands of Dragon Power...

Ninety-seven strands of Dragon Power, ninety-eight strands of Dragon Power, ninety-nine strands of Dragon Power...

Song Changming’s qi and blood surged around him like roaring tidal waves, thundering like a tempest!

Perhaps his physical strengthening was too rapid; his form inevitably swelled during the process, with muscles appearing as hard as rock, even tearing through his clothes.

His muscular lines were incredibly defined, and the tight power was brimming with explosive strength.

Just watching him was enough to evoke a significant sense of oppression, making anyone in his presence feel daunted.

He resembled the ultimate monster lurking in an epic dungeon, a colossal beast of horror!

One hundred strands of Dragon Power!

Song Changming never imagined he would reach the threshold of one hundred strands of Dragon Power so quickly. He thought it would at least happen after leaving the Celestial Ruins Realm.

Indeed, whether it be the essence of the Demon King’s flesh or this Immortal Fruit opportunity, both greatly benefited his cultivation, especially the physical enhancement.

This also inexplicably accelerated the pace of his Witch Refining Technique.

Maintaining his cultivation until his mental energy was nearly depleted, Song Changming switched to a meditation state to restore his mind before continuing the cultivation, repeating the cycle.

Even the corpses of those Great Demons slain by Yuan San were refined along the process of his cultivation.

Surrounded and nourished by seemingly inexhaustible precious energy and nutrients, Song Changming became so immersed in this bout of cultivation that he lost track of time and forgot he was still within the Celestial Ruins Realm.

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