Chapter 753

Chapter 753: Transformation into a Demon

"It’s truly convenient to have spatial laws, allowing us to arrive here so quickly," Shui Lingling marveled, staring at the towering black structure. "So this is the Seven Demon Heavens? It’s even larger than I imagined."

The air hung heavy with unyielding demonic energy. Even amidst the Celestial-Demon battlefield’s pervasive miasma, this colossal tower stood as a monstrous feat. Ye Yun felt deep respect for its creators—likely multiple Heavenly Immortals collaborating, as no single entity could wield such overwhelming celestial rules.

After steadying himself, Ye Yun gazed up at the tower piercing the clouds. This artifact, forged with exhaustless Heavenly Immortal laws, surpassed even supreme Immortal artifacts. Its sheer scale demanded reverence.

"Let’s proceed," he decided. Honoring the fallen would wait. If he survived, he’d return to pay respects. If not, he’d join them here.

The demonic aura thickened as Ye Yun pushed open the dragon-carved stone gate with his true qi. A suffocating tide of demons surged out, nearly crushing him. Countless had failed to breach this tower—now it yielded to his force.

Behind him, the two women faltered under the pressure, their spiritual power scattering. Ye Yun caught them, channeling immortal spirit power into their bodies. Color returned to their faces as they gasped, staring into the abyss. "That was… terrifying."

"Expected," Ye Yun said. "This place merges Heavenly Immortal laws and demon god edicts. Surviving this first trial means you’re no ordinary Earth Immortals."

As innate spiritual bodies, the women perceived the tower’s rules more acutely. Passing this test meant they might endure the coming layers. Had they failed here, even Ye Yun couldn’t save them.

Surveying the desolate first layer, Ye Yun asked the Ancestor of the Sword Path, "Are the guardians here truly gone? Can we advance freely?"

The Ancestor chuckled. "Would you believe me if I said yes?"

"Enough. The trial begins now." Ye Yun’s wry smile faded. Overthinking helped nothing—action did.

Darkness enveloped them as suppressed demonic energy stirred within Ye Yun. Shadows writhed into existence, drawing alarmed gasps from the women. The Ancestor watched calmly, unconcerned.

A serene voice echoed: "Hear this, human cultivators. We fought alongside Slash Immortals and the Master of Nine Palaces. Only fragmented demon god souls remain here, alongside few celestial remnants. Proceed cautiously."

Ye Yun’s eyes hardened. "No holding back now."

The Purple Shadow Divine Sword blazed teal as demonic shadows multiplied. "I’ll carve a path upward!"

Shui Lingling grimaced. "Rest’s a luxury, isn’t it?" That celestial voice likely belonged to a perished immortal—failing here would dishonor their sacrifice.

"Wuwei Illusionary Sword: One Thought Yama!"

He avoided his signature Born as a Sword technique—its soul-deep exhaustion was untenable. The Wuwei Illusionary Sword conserved energy, its mastery aided by insights from the Black Sword Ring.

Ice and fire proved ineffective here. Thunder Spirit Qi sustained his inner demon spirit, leaving him reliant on swordplay. Unleashing the demon spirit risked losing control—yet hesitation meant death.

"Now!" Ye Yun’s sword flashed, innate One Sword energy erupting to shred the advancing horde. The blast revealed a sneering shadow.

"The Heavenly Demon ascends as we speak," it taunted. "Only you pose any threat, Nascent Soul ant."

"Move," Ye Yun demanded, "or I’ll finish what the celestials started."

The shadow laughed. "Kill me first!"

Shui Lingling spat blood but glared defiantly. "Your kind lost because you underestimated humans! Keep barking, mutt!"

Rage contorted the shadow. "You dare—"

Ye Yun’s sword cleaved it apart. "Threaten her again, and annihilation won’t wait."

The reforming shadow howled. "I, who once felled immortals, reduced to this!"

"Swear allegiance, and face oblivion!" The shadow’s form rippled as it chanted. Ye Yun acted—fist met protective barrier, hurling the women outside before sealing the tower.

"Demon God Descent!"

Ye Yun’s hair whitened as azure light birthed a ten-zhang specter behind him. Its ghastly maw devoured the shadow’s essence. The Purple Shadow Divine Sword darkened, wreathed in black flames.

"None shall hinder me!" Madness tinged his roar. The demon spirit’s power swelled, nearing Earth Immortal’s seventh level. A black-white disk materialized—his sword split it effortlessly.

Primal demonic energy from the Demon Abyss erupted. Ye Yun’s aura peaked at Nascent Soul’s seventh level as the tower trembled.

"Devour!" The demon spirit obeyed despite severed control. This power wasn’t the sealed demon’s—it was his own.

"Gods? Demons?" Ye Yun snarled. "We are what fools fear!"

The Ancestor of the Sword Path observed, having fed Ye Yun stolen Soul Power. "Let’s see a demonized savior’s choices." His gamble held—madness hadn’t erased purpose.