With Cultivation Simulator in a Chaotic World-Chapter 367 - 289: Rebirth and Turmoil

"How could there be two drops of Elemental Demon Blood..."

Xiang Wuji looked at the two floating blood beads before him.

One was shrouded in heavy shadows, while the other faintly flickered with blood-colored thunder.

Xiang Wuji couldn’t help but recall the imagery recorded within the Bai Ze Blood Shadow.

Could such an existence already blur time and space through records to vaguely perceive the gaze of others...

Could that person be a generation of the Undefeated Demon Blood Master, or perhaps the very source of the Undefeated Demon Blood...

Xiang Wuji could hardly imagine what level of cultivation such an existence might have reached.

Inside the Demon Blood Heart Palace.

Zhu Ling, Lady Yu, and Master Hongru appeared just like in their past lives.

In this life, Xiang Wuji didn’t rely much on their powers, choosing instead to discuss and enhance his understanding of the cultivation techniques with them.

But now...

Xiang Wuji extended his hand, and the two drops of Elemental Demon Blood slipped into his palm.

The three Demon Thoughts all observed Xiang Wuji, thoughts churning, wondering if he was an old demon who had taken over another’s body.

Suddenly, a dull sound echoed from the stairway.

It was the heavy collision of stones against stones.

Xiang Wuji gazed at the staircase shrouded in darkness.

A part of the staircase lit up again, indicating the activation of the next Demon Thought Incarnation.

Xiang Wuji did not know how many Demon Thought Incarnations needed to be activated to fully illuminate the dark staircase, nor what lay at the staircase’s end...

But...

The footsteps he heard were entirely unlike those of the next Demon Thought Incarnation ’Flame Emperor’.

The light on both sides of the staircase illuminated the figure emerging from the darkness.

Xiang Wuji was taken aback.

For the newcomer was not even a person, but a Bronze Man, as if someone were clad in thick bronze armor, yet inside it was solid without any flesh.

It was as if a statue had suddenly come to life.

The Bronze Man silently walked to the bottom of the stairs, then stood quietly to the side, one hand resting on the sword hilt at his waist.

Xiang Wuji carefully examined the statue and, cupping his hands towards the nearby Demon Thoughts, asked, "Fellow Taoists, can any of you identify this object?"

"A puppet? Unlikely."

"There aren’t any inscriptions or True Essence Tracks typical of a puppet, and it’s solely made of bronze. What Puppet Master could create a puppet from mere bronze?"

"Perhaps some monster refined into a puppet."

"But one thing is certain, it is a Demon Thought Incarnation, while ordinary puppets have no soul of their own, let alone form a Demon Thought Incarnation..."

The Bronze Man said nothing, merely remaining motionless in its spot.

Suddenly, a flowing light flew from it, landing in front of Xiang Wuji.

Xiang Wuji pondered for a moment, lightly touching the purple-black flowing light with his finger.

"Ancient Owl Demon Emperor’s first trial, Ten Thousand Seas Ancient Field..."

An exceptionally heavy sound gradually resonated.

The scene before Xiang Wuji changed, with countless Demon Dao experts converging on a single location.

The scene shifted quickly, like fragmented shards.

Powerful Demon Path Prides engaged in battles across the Long Sky, using cultivation levels an order or several orders lower to defeat strong opponents.

Witches bewitched the masses, their words carrying demonic tones that invaded souls.

Body Cultivators of the Demon Sect shattered artifacts with flesh and blood, like Asuras or Demon Gods.

Any single Demon Path Pride in the Danyang Cultivation Realm could dominate all opponents of the same level, and yet here, the sheer number of such prides was overwhelming.

Ultimately, the scene turned to blood and desolation; those Celestial Prides, once envied by cultivators of the world, now reduced to fragments on the ground.

Your resentful aura, Evil Qi, and Demonic Qi lingered in the air above this scene.

Several figures carried this immense resentful aura, Evil Qi, and Demonic Qi, walking over the Corpse Mountain and Blood Sea towards a great door.

Beside the door stood two colossal bronze statues.

The pervasive resentful aura, Evil Qi, and Demonic Qi, as well as the Essence, Qi, and Spirit released upon the death of many Demon Path Prides, were absorbed by these ten-zhang-tall statues.

A faint light glimmered within the eyes of one of the statues...

"Boom——————"

The door suddenly shattered, ushering in unknown turmoil. An arm flew out, crashing heavily against one of the bronze statues, its blood soaking the statue.

The scene shattered.

Then, two incomplete Chapters appeared in Xiang Wuji’s mind.

"Core Inheritance Fragment from the Golden Cloud Palace, the Golden Cloud Nine Transformations..."

"First trial reward fragment of the Ancient Owl Demon Emperor, the Black Heaven and White Night Seal..."

Xiang Wuji patted his head.

These were fragments, incomplete, barely two or three-tenths complete. Though the Giant Spirit Ghost Chapter was a fragment, its techniques were clearly documented, allowing for a seamless cultivation entry.

Past the Golden Core stage, no further cultivation techniques were provided.

Yet these two fragments...

The Golden Cloud Nine Transformations, though it didn’t sound like a Demonic Cultivation Technique, only included the first two transformations; the rest were mere snippets.

The Black Heaven and White Night Seal was similarly scant.

Yet even these fragments captivated nearly all of Xiang Wuji’s attention.

Xiang Wuji could discern a hint of Dao Rhythms within these two techniques.

They were by far greater than any technique Xiang Wuji had practiced.

Perhaps only the Sword Key and Knife Key could bear a similar echo, as those two techniques primarily served to awaken dormant constitutions and bloodlines.

These two techniques possibly hailed from that battlefield, from the bodies of the fallen prides.

Golden Cloud Palace? Ancient Owl Demon Emperor?

Xiang Wuji had never heard of them.

He looked once more at the Bronze Man, finding it devoid of any movement, and Xiang Wuji felt no traits of a living being coming from it.