Master of the Demon Emperor-Chapter 505 - The Incarnation of Malevolence

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"Strange, why does it feel like the Tower of Azure Grievance is missing something?"

Sage Tathagata muttered to himself as he observed the Tower of Azure Grievance closely, trying to discern any clues.

At that moment, wisps of ghostly qi emanated from within the tower, quickly entwining around Sage Tathagata.

Sage Tathagata's eyes sparkled with intensity, yet he made no move, simply watching the Tower of Azure Grievance quietly, his gaze filled with anticipation.

Soon, the ghostly qi condensed into a tiny figure atop the tower, small as a grain of rice.

The figure's body was pitch black, with a dragon-like head and eight bat-like wings, its eyes red as rubies; he was squatting down, hugging his arms tightly around himself.

Staring at him, Sage Tathagata seemed contemplative.

"This being is born from malevolent energy—could it be a new spirit born from the resentment within the Tower of Azure Grievance?"

Sage Tathagata whispered, calculating that if the Eight-Winged Dragonling were to grow, its future achievements would be unimaginable.

But the Eight-Winged Dragonling, being born from malevolent energy, could be harmful to the All Heavens Universe.

After some thought, Sage Tathagata flipped his hand and dispersed the Eight-Winged Dragonling on the tower spire, leaving not a trace of its presence behind.

Sage Tathagata smiled in satisfaction, then carried the Tower of Azure Grievance and soared into the sky, leaving the Fire Spirit Realm.

About five hours passed after his departure.

Out of nowhere, a wisp of black qi appeared under a withered tree, thin as a strand of hair, near invisible unless one looked closely.

As time went by, the wisp of black qi began to thicken.

Only after seven days did the black qi expand to the width of three fingers.

Suddenly, it twisted and condensed back into the Eight-Winged Dragonling.

The Eight-Winged Dragonling hovered in the air, hands hugging its knees as if deep in slumber.

At that moment, a figure arrived beneath the withered tree.

It was Ren Wokuang.

He grabbed the Eight-Winged Dragonling curiously and muttered, "What is this thing?"

He toyed with the Eight-Winged Dragonling, and upon confirming it was not alive, he finally relaxed.

"Hmm, quite a keepsake."

Ren Wokuang smiled in satisfaction, clutching the Eight-Winged Dragonling as he stepped forward.

He quickly vanished into the horizon.

The Fire Spirit Realm was incredibly dangerous; he dared not stray too far from Ren Wolang and Ren Wopiao.

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Three months later.

Su Yie gradually opened his eyes within the cave, exhaling a murky breath, frowning deeply.

Continuing his cultivation this way, it would be difficult to break through without a millennium's worth of time.

"It seems I must venture to the Holy Realm Refinement."

Su Yie said to himself. Duan Chengjian had once mentioned that many Heavenly Prides had achieved Path of Testimony on the spot in the Holy Realm Refinement, indicating the presence of immeasurable opportunities there; additionally, for the sake of the Karmic Tribulation Technique, he too must make the journey.

With that thought, Su Yie stood up and left the cave.

He planned to cultivate some Divine Skills that would aid in combat.

As soon as he exited the cave, he saw Ren Wokuang and the other two standing in front of a cliff.

"Crap! He's come back to life!"

"He's really alive, huh? Could there be any danger?"

"Might as well stomp it to death!"

The three were startled and tense, not noticing that Su Yie had emerged.

With a flicker, Su Yie appeared behind them. He looked closely to see the three surrounding an Eight-Winged Dragonling.

At first glance, the Eight-Winged Dragonling resembled the demons of legends, inexplicably inducing a flicker of fear in the heart.

The Eight-Winged Dragonling cocked its head, looking at Ren Wokuang and the others with curiosity and bewilderment.

It was not even as tall as their boots, which made its presence seem feeble.

"What are you guys doing?"

Su Yie asked, startling Ren Wokuang and the others so much they almost stepped on the Eight-Winged Dragonling. Thankfully, Su Yie was quick with his hand, summoning the Eight-Winged Dragonling into his palm with a gesture.

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The eight-winged dragonling was also frightened and lay trembling in Su Yie's hands.

"Brother Su, this thing is something Ren Wokuang must have swindled from who knows where. It feels very strange; we should kill it."

Ren Wolang stared at the eight-winged dragonling and said, his eyes brimming with a murderous intent that scared the eight-winged dragonling into turning back to look at him. When it saw the look in his eyes, the eight-winged dragonling quickly turned its head away and covered it with its hands, not daring to look back again.

"How can you be so vicious?" Ren Wokuang scolded.

"Didn't you just say you wanted to kill it too?"

"But you can't be so blunt about it!"

"Overly sentimental!"

"Ren Wolang! Am I not your brother anymore?"

"Do you deserve to be?"

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Seeing the two of them start arguing again, Su Yie couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. It was as if there were two flies buzzing in front of him nonstop.

Su Yie turned his attention to the eight-winged dragonling.

"This thing looks extraordinary; it's best we kill it."

Feng Long suggested, considering the Chaos hid too many dangers and the Fire Spirit Realm was a deadly place, they had to be cautious.

Defeated Grievance followed up, "Why kill it? Just like the dawn of Primordial Chaos, it might be a fierce beast with strong talents, which we could cultivate."

In the Small World of the Southern Heavens, they kept many extremely vicious beasts. Compared to those creatures, the eight-winged dragonling seemed harmless.

Su Yie also fell into deep thought.

Feeling his gaze, the eight-winged dragonling tentatively lifted its head, its red eyes revealing a hint of fear.

Su Yie's heart softened, and he said, "Leave him to me."

After saying that, he flew off with the eight-winged dragonling toward the distance.

Ren Wokuang suddenly became agitated and hurried after them, shouting loudly as he chased, "Brother Su! Don't steal my son!"

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Seeing Su Yie wanting to take in the eight-winged dragonling, Ren Wokuang instantly understood that this little creature had great potential and naturally refused to give up.

Ren Wolang and Ren Wopiao exchanged glances, seeing the doubt in each other's eyes.

Is that thing worth Su Yie's shelter?

Just like that.

Su Yie began cultivating with the eight-winged dragonling, finding an open grassland for himself, while the eight-winged dragonling was left in the care of Ren Wokuang and his two companions.

Three days later.

Emperor Su's Sect became lively once again.

Ji Bubai: Damn, Gao Lishen is quite strong. I can't even beat him!

Xiahou Jinxuan: Stick with me, and I can help you outwit him with strategies!

Dugu Heavenly Clan: Gao Lishen's mastery of the Great Dao naturally makes him difficult to defeat.

Yang Duzai: In a while, my scheduled challenge with him will begin. You all can come to watch, and I will take the opportunity to complete the bounty task as well.

Tang Qingtian: By the time your challenge begins, Li Huahun's body will be cold.

Nine Palaces Supreme: I need to go into secluded cultivation, I can't join the bounty task for now.

Great Qing Primordial Emperor: If it were in Hongmeng, I would take him down without hesitation.

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Su Yie, who was cultivating, stopped and furrowed his brows. He hadn't expected Gao Lishen to be so tough to crack.

Nine Palaces Supreme and Yin Yang God Shaker had returned to Hongmeng, and being stimulated, they were both eager to cultivate, showing little interest in the bounty task.

Hu Tu the God Killer, new to Emperor Su's Sect, had yet to feel a sense of belonging to the sect and remained quiet.

It wasn't just him. Ten kilometers away, on the edge of a cliff, Ren Wokuang and his two companions, who were seated in meditation, also took notice of the activity within Emperor Su's Sect.

Their faces looked grim. Although Li Huahun often bullied them, he was still their big brother.

"Shall we ask our adoptive father for help?"

Ren Wokuang clenched his teeth and said, if Li Huahun truly died, how could they explain it to their adoptive father?

Ren Wolang pondered and said, "We have no other choice."