Chapter 25: The Demonic Blade of Asura

Inside the secret chamber.

Jun Wushuang was fully immersed in cultivation, completely unaware that Lin Mengyao had been taken. One and a half million spirit stones had been completely devoured by now, leaving only a layer of powder on the ground. Not only that, but all the poisonous deathly energy lingering in Jun Wushuang’s body had been refined, transformed into a surging force.

All nine spiritual channels had been opened, and demonic energy boiled within him. Jun Wushuang steadied himself, summoning the force of his nine veins to rush into his dantian. It was as if nine world-destroying demon dragons crashed through the darkness, threatening to obliterate the world and reshape the heavens and earth.

Crackling sounds erupted from his bones, his flesh grew solid, and his aura soared to its peak.

With a thunderous roar, reminiscent of an ancient god splitting heaven and earth, Jun Wushuang’s dantian was once again opened.

At that very moment, all the spiritual energy in Jiangning City was drawn toward him. The energy formed a funnel a kilometer wide, suspended above the Jun family’s estate, connecting directly to the secret chamber.

Though Jiangning was a remote city with sparse spiritual energy, the gathered power of the entire city was still considerable. This torrent of energy poured into the chamber, devoured by Jun Wushuang to fortify his dantian and condense demonic liquid.

"Another heavenly phenomenon, and again at the Jun family—it must be Jun Wushuang."

"It seems we were wrong before. The true dragon of the Jun family isn’t Jun Yanming, but Jun Wushuang."

"This phenomenon is even grander than before. Is Jun Wushuang breaking through to the Myriad Forms Realm?"

The appearance of this anomaly sent shockwaves throughout the city. Countless people looked up in awe. Twice now the heavens and earth had responded, both times to Jun Wushuang, proving the title of the Jun family’s true dragon was well-deserved.

At the tournament stage, Jun Zhantian had defeated Ji Yuntian and slain Ye Tiande. Now Jun Wushuang had once again summoned a heavenly sign, astounding all who witnessed it.

The Jun family was truly on the rise!

Within the secret chamber, Jun Wushuang was wholly absorbed in his cultivation. Opening the dantian and liquefying spiritual energy marked the entry into the Myriad Forms Realm. A first-level cultivator in this realm could condense ten drops of spiritual liquid, each one equal to the sum of all nine spiritual channels.

Jun Wushuang, however, cultivated the Devourer’s Demonic Art. What surged within him was not mere spiritual energy, but a far more domineering demonic force. Now, this energy compressed and condensed into a drop of pitch-black demonic liquid.

Ordinary spiritual liquid was only the size of a mung bean, yet Jun Wushuang’s demonic liquid was as large as a quail egg, a hundred times more substantial.

At last, Jun Wushuang had consumed the city’s spiritual energy, forming ten drops of demonic liquid in his dantian.

The peak of Myriad Forms Realm, first level.

This was Jun Wushuang’s current state, yet in terms of battle prowess, he could rival those in the eighth or ninth level of the same realm. Now, Jun Wushuang could even face Ji Yuntian head-on.

"At last, I’ve returned to the Myriad Forms Realm!"

A cold, radiant light flashed in Jun Wushuang’s eyes as he exhaled a long, turbid breath. Not only had he recovered his former strength, but he was now mightier than ever before.

"Both the Violet Demon Eye and the Myriad Demon Flame have also grown stronger!"

The Myriad Demon Flame had absorbed a great many demon cores, its power tripled. The Violet Demon Eye, Jun Wushuang’s innate divine ability, grew alongside his strength; now it could see everything within three hundred meters, three times its previous range.

"But most importantly, the Bronze Demon Ring!"

Jun Wushuang gazed expectantly at the bronze ring on his hand. Sealed within it were ten demonic weapons from his previous life. Having broken through to the Myriad Forms Realm, he could now undo the first seal and retrieve the first weapon.

With a flash, Jun Wushuang released the seal and reached out. Instantly, a dark red demonic light burst from the ring, illuminating the entire chamber.

The air thickened with the stench of blood, nauseatingly so. Terrifying visions of gods and demons perishing and worlds collapsing flashed before his eyes. The chamber was transformed into a hellish asura domain.

Had anyone else been present, they would have perished in an instant, unable to resist.

A blood-red demonic blade hovered before Jun Wushuang. Nine demonic sigils were engraved upon it, each so profound that a single glance threatened to shatter the mind.

"Asura Demon Blade, my companion, you have finally returned!"

Excitement gleamed in Jun Wushuang’s eyes as he seized the Asura Demon Blade.

This was the demonic weapon of his previous life. It had accompanied him through the three realms and six paths, slaughtered millions of gods and demons, and felled divine emperors far and wide. This blade was his first demonic weapon, infamous and dreadful, striking terror into the hearts of all who heard its name.

The Asura Demon Blade hummed, vibrating joyfully in his grasp.

Yet, its power was so immense that, with his current strength, Jun Wushuang could barely wield a ten-thousandth of its might. The nine sigils on the blade were, in truth, nine seals, locking away the vast majority of its power.

Without these seals, even touching the blade would mean instant death—its aura alone could obliterate him a thousand times over.

But as Jun Wushuang’s strength grew, he would be able to unlock each seal, one by one.

Then, the true demonic might of the Asura Demon Blade would be revealed!

With the blade in hand, demonic energy surged. The Devourer Demon Emperor, invincible across the three realms, seemed to have returned once more!

"Ten drops of demonic liquid and the Asura Demon Blade—even if Old Dog Ji himself were here, I could cut him down with a single stroke!"

A cold, murderous gleam erupted in Jun Wushuang’s eyes.

Before, he could only empower his father to confront Ji Yuntian. But now, having broken through to the Myriad Forms Realm and wielding the Asura Demon Blade, he was confident he could slay Ji Yuntian head-on.

I am demon—every enemy in this world shall fall before me!

His cultivation complete, Jun Wushuang stowed away the Asura Demon Blade and left the secret chamber.

"Hmm?"

Jun Wushuang saw no sign of Lin Mengyao, but noticed the letter affixed to the door.

"If you wish to save your maid, come to the peach blossom grove outside the city.

Remember, you must come alone!"

Lin Mengyao had been kidnapped?

Jun Wushuang’s expression darkened, murderous intent flaring instantly.

The Ye family had been destroyed. The only ones capable of abducting Lin Mengyao were the Ji family and the City Lord’s Mansion.

But whoever it was, kidnapping Lin Mengyao was a capital offense.

"My father went to the Ye family’s mines? A classic ruse—lure the tiger from the mountain!"

Quickly, Jun Wushuang learned of his father’s whereabouts and instantly deduced the plot behind these events.

The Ye family’s mine was their greatest asset—his father would not abandon it. Old Dog Ji seized the opportunity to abduct Lin Mengyao and lure Jun Wushuang out of the city. In this way, they could act without witnesses, unnoticed by all.

A familiar tactic. This scheme could only have come from Old Dog Ji.

Yet the ones who carried out the abduction were agents of the City Lord’s Mansion.

"The Swift Gale among Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning?"

Activating the Violet Demon Eye, Jun Wushuang examined the traces of battle and quickly identified the masked man’s identity.

Xu Huanhu, the city lord, had four elite subordinates—Swift Gale, Sudden Rain, Thunderclap, and Lightning—each a formidable Myriad Forms Realm expert. The masked man who had taken Lin Mengyao was precisely Swift Gale.

Xu Huanhu was truly determined to follow Ji Yuntian down this dark path!

"Xu Huanhu, you are playing with fire!"

A fierce light flashed in Jun Wushuang’s eyes, his killing intent surging like a tide.

He did not hesitate, striding swiftly outside.

"Mengyao is my reverse scale—the one thing none may touch. Whoever dares, dies.

Xu Huanhu, I will kill you!"