Sword Sovereign of the Celestial Emperor-Chapter 50, Possession

Continuing to move forward, in front of Chu Ming, many white bones appeared vaguely, scattered randomly on the ground. Some were already shattered, while others remained intact. Judging by their structure, they didn’t seem human; they should be the corpses of animals.

However, the eerie thing about these corpses was the black aura surging on them, extremely wicked. Just one glance made Chu Ming feel like his mind was about to lose control, plunging into endless slaughter. It was exceptionally strange. Taking a deep breath, Chu Ming continued to move forward. Gradually, more bones appeared, and the demonic qi around him grew thicker. The spiritual power in the air, however, became somewhat turbid.

After walking for a while longer, a breeze brushed Chu Ming’s face, instantly lifting his spirits. He quickened his pace while drawing his Silver Light Sword with his right hand, inner qi ready to burst forth within his body.

Whoosh!

A refreshing breeze blew by, making Chu Ming feel invigorated. The spiritual power within his body seemed to be stirring. His vision suddenly opened up.

What he saw was a lake about two meters in diameter. Above the lake, a faint glow shimmered, radiant and colorful. Bubbles intermittently rose from the lake surface, which seemed like boiling water. The invigorating aura emanated from the lake.

"Spiritual Spring!"

Chu Ming’s face showed astonishment. He hadn’t expected to discover a spiritual spring in the depths of the rift. It was an opportunity that was almost impossible to come by. A spiritual spring could allow Chu Ming to break through quickly, an opportunity he couldn’t let slip.

In the Celestial Realm, spiritual springs were exceedingly rare. Chu Ming had never heard of any martial artist seeing one. The rarity of spiritual springs lay in the extremely harsh conditions for their formation. Two conditions must be met simultaneously to form a spiritual spring.

First, this place must have been a Spirit Stone mine a thousand years ago, and it must have at least been Upper Grade Spirit Stones. The second condition is even harsher than the first: the Spirit Stone mine must have produced spirit embryos that were not harvested and left to transform slowly over millennia into a spiritual spring.

These two conditions are indispensable. There are few Upper Grade Spirit Stone mines in the world, let alone those that produce spirit embryos and leave them for a thousand years.

Chu Ming was not dazzled by the spiritual spring before him. Instead, he turned his head to look at the two corpses beside the spring. The bones were eerie, glowing with a faint green light. Based on Chu Ming’s observation, these two corpses were at least a hundred years old. Yet the bones showed no sign of decay, indicating that their owners were at least at the Guiyuan Realm in life.

One corpse was somewhat normal, lying on its side in a corner, with a slight depression in its chest and several broken ribs. A large knife lay beside its hand, eroded beyond recognition by a hundred years, leaving only vague shapes. The most noticeable thing was the silver Storage Ring on its right hand. Without immediately taking it, Chu Ming turned to look at the other corpse, his expression growing solemn.

The second corpse was even larger than a One-Horned Evil Dragon, standing over thirty meters tall, twenty meters wide, and a hundred meters long. If the space in the rift’s depths hadn’t widened, such a large corpse wouldn’t have fit in. Despite being dead for a century, the bones still emitted a cold light while an evil aura lingered. The corpse was completely severed into two parts, indicating the cause of its death.

Whoosh

Chu Ming exhaled, conjecturing that the gigantic corpse was a demon in life, specifically a Fourth Level demon. Every demon is a calamity for the entire continent; historical records have numerous accounts of demons wreaking havoc.

Demons are innately strong and immensely powerful. A newly born Third Level demon is equivalent to a True Dao Martial Artist, and they grow stronger as they age. Adult demons are at least Fifth Level, comparable to a Realm of Transcendence warrior, and the strongest can evolve into Sixth Level demons, on par with Life and Death Realm kings.

If the demonic organizations represent internal threats to the continent, then demons are external threats. Demonic organizations kill and refine blood to break through faster, whereas demons seek to invade the continent, slaughtering humans.

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Chu Ming took a deep breath, stepping lightly to the first corpse and giving a slight bow. He then bent down to carefully remove the Storage Ring from its finger. The silver ring was engraved with two small characters "Middle Grade," with elegant and simple patterns, exuding a unique beauty.

This was a Middle Grade Storage Ring, rare enough to bleed a family like the Chu Family dry. Chu Ming hadn’t had time to check its contents when an unusual phenomenon occurred.

From the demon’s corpse, thousands of strands of evil aura emanated, filled with a desolate wickedness. They gathered behind Chu Ming, forming a ten-meter-tall demon shadow with a cold gaze. It grinned at Chu Ming before turning into a streak of light, rushing into Chu Ming’s mind.

Chu Ming felt a chilling aura, and a word popped into his mind, "Soul Possession." Following a sharp pain in his mind, a strange black figure appeared, filled with evil, curiously observing his Sea of Souls with eyes full of joy.

"Hehehe, truly heaven-sent. I never thought a mere Transcendence Realm warrior would have the Soul Strength of a Guiyuan Realm martial artist. This saves me half the time needed to restore my peak strength. Heavenly Blood Daoist, you severed my body a hundred years ago. Once I regain my peak, I’ll annihilate your entire clan!"

Swoosh!

The evil black figure turned into a dark ray, attempting to traverse Chu Ming’s Sea of Souls. In the Sea of Souls, a green soul force rippled, with a miniature version of Chu Ming sitting quietly at the center, drawing all soul power to him.

As soon as the evil shadow appeared, the miniature Chu Ming opened his eyes, emitting two beams of light that shot through the void, startlingly intense.

A phantom Soul Sword appeared in his hand as he quietly watched the black shadow. The shadow was evidently the soul of the Fourth Level demon, who, despite having its body destroyed a century ago, waited patiently for a chance to possess a new body and be reborn.

"Although our soul strengths are both at the Guiyuan Realm, in terms of soul manipulation, you, a human brat, are far from my level."

Seeing Chu Ming’s soul shadow in a defensive stance, the black shadow cackled. Black rays formed into several black spikes, stirring up soul waves in the Sea of Souls, stabbing at Chu Ming from various directions like silent, flowing dark waters.