"Qualification?" The Demonic Body of Ji Changkong burst into maniacal laughter. "Only I am qualified! You are all destined to be annihilated by me! I will surely become the master of all Origin Flames, and any destroyer is defying predetermined fate! Those who defy fate must naturally accept punishment! You are the first!" Such words were outrageously arrogant!

Not only could this member of the Wood Clan not tolerate it, but the other onlookers also showed faces filled with rage. One human expert at the Divine Connection Realm roared furiously, "Boy, by your logic, are we defying fate by opposing you? You are far too presumptuous! Are you declaring yourself 'Heaven'?"

"Hahaha, I deem myself Heaven! So what?" The Demonic Body laughed wildly, and the dense, ink-like demonic energy instantly condensed into an Obsidian Jade Prison, forcefully enveloping the first Wood Clan member who had stepped into the forbidden zone.

Mo Xiu was condensed from Ji Changkong’s second soul. He had always cultivated the profound mysteries of the Aoluo Divine Cult, along with numerous evil powers. The source of the Demonic Body's strength was the evil-attributed demonic energy, which formed the Demonic Body's second divine soul, and it had also absorbed too many of Ji Changkong's negative emotions.

Therefore, although the Demonic Body looked exactly like Ji Changkong himself, their personalities were drastically different; he represented the other side of Ji Changkong.

Having lain dormant in the Tianyuan Bead for so long, the Demonic Body's suppressed desire for slaughter had long wanted to be unleashed. If not for the restraint of Ji Changkong's main body consciousness, he would have wished to slay everyone present. Bloodlust was the Demonic Body's inherent nature; if released, he would unhesitatingly slaughter those around him.

The obsidian jade-like prison instantly enveloped the Wood Clan member. This expert possessed cultivation at the Divine Connection Realm; his divine sense connected with the divine, allowing him to perceive the strength and flow patterns of the demonic energy emanating from the prison. Upon sensing the oppressive might of the demonic energy above, he immediately altered his form.

Like an ancient, primordial tree, this Wood Clan master instantly activated his clan's innate divine ability: Wood Transformation.

Once Woodified, the Wood Clan member's physical body would become indestructible, akin to gaining a layer of turtle shell—impervious to water and fire—and generally could not be shattered by anything less than an exceptionally perverse divine weapon. Especially so, as this individual was a Wood Clan member at the Divine Connection Realm.

The prison instantly sealed him in. Inside, the man's expression remained composed, his gaze wooden, and he sneered, "Is this all you have? It seems my guess was correct; your power has already reached its limit against that Bone Race fellow."

The prison contained him, and the surging demonic energy within it drowned him like a vast ocean. The demonic energy was pervasive, drilling into every pore of his body, attempting to influence his soul and physical form, and shatter his will to resist.

But the Wood Clan expert at the Divine Connection Realm, once Woodified, indeed possessed a unique advantage in his physical defense. Although the demonic energy surrounding him gathered more and more densely, not a single wisp could break through his Woodified body to invade him. It was precisely because of this that he dared to provoke, believing Ji Changkong was merely putting on a brave front.

His provocation made the surrounding onlookers’ expressions startle. These other individuals who also possessed cultivation at the Divine Connection Realm were watching with anticipation, waiting for him to break through Ji Changkong's defense and reach his side. If he could achieve that, the onlookers would no longer hesitate in the slightest.

The previously enraged human expert at the Divine Connection Realm even displayed a chilling smile, staring intently at Ji Changkong, his look clearly conveying, "We'll settle this later, brat."

"Interesting! Haha, this is much more enjoyable!" Ji Changkong's Demonic Body repeatedly nodded, not alarmed but delighted, seeming to find opponents stronger only made the confrontation more engaging. "I’m not done yet!" he called out clearly. The Demonic Body suddenly surged forward; with a movement of his body, the vast expanse of demonic energy seemed like ten thousand small streams pouring into the sea, frantically rushing back into him.

Instantly, a terrifying, world-ending power emanated from the Demonic Body. In the void, beams of soul light, invisible to the naked eye but perceptible to the soul, fell like fine drizzle, suddenly blasting towards the Wood Clan expert at the Divine Connection Realm.

Concurrently, a tide of evil, bloodthirsty, insane, and intensely fearful thoughts surged forth, all slamming into the Wood Clan member.

A small black hole materialized out of nowhere within the Obsidian Jade Prison. From this black hole erupted extremely distorted soul power, seemingly capable of tearing any soul apart.

The Soul Light, the Negative Sea, and the Black Hole—these three divine soul skills all belonged to the Aoluo Divine Cult's Nebula Soul Refining Art. Over the years, the Demonic Body had diligently cultivated the profound mysteries of the Aoluo Divine Cult within the Tianyuan Bead. His comprehension of the Aoluo Divine Cult's power had surpassed that of the main body.

The Aoluo Divine Cult was founded by the High Priest Aoluo. Their Nebula Soul Refining Art was created by the High Priest Aoluo after comprehending the 'Wahu Qu' (Song of the Clay Soul), and it was exceptionally arcane in its attack on the divine soul.

Furthermore, Ji Changkong’s Demonic Body could communicate with the Tianyuan Bead. Having cultivated there for so many years, his divine sense was identical to Ji Changkong's, meaning he could also control the Tianyuan Bead. His understanding of the Tianyuan Bead might even be slightly stronger than Ji Changkong's main body.

The onslaught of soul attacks from the Demonic Body swept over the Wood Clan member like a raging tempest. This Wood Clan expert at the Divine Connection Realm, after Woodifying, certainly possessed astonishing physical defense, though perhaps not as formidable as the Netherworld Ghost Race when fully transformed. Still, it was sufficient to withstand most physical attacks. However, against soul attacks, his Woodified body was rendered useless.

"Yang Haili! Are you Yang Haili's disciple?!" On the periphery, the expressions of the onlookers flickered slightly, laced with astonishment.

Yang Haili had been immensely famous in the Dead Star Domain in his time. At his peak, Yang Haili was hailed as the strongest among those in the Divine Connection Realm, possessing profound mystical powers and specializing in soul attacks. His soul could split, putting him in an almost indestructible state of soul.

Yang Haili's fame stemmed not only from his extremely high realm but also from another factor—he was intensely bloodthirsty, a maniacally ruthless lunatic. Once he made an enemy, he would exterminate their entire family, sparing neither the elderly father nor the young child; he was truly a mad demon feared by all.

Yang Haili died within the Tianyuan Bead. The Yang Haili of the Netherworld Ghost Race line foolishly activated the Tianyuan Bead and was ultimately struck by its backlash, resulting in his soul being shattered. However, only a select few knew of this incident. These onlookers were unaware, so upon recognizing that Ji Changkong was employing a soul profound mystery similar to Yang Haili's, they immediately identified Ji Changkong as Yang Haili's disciple. Because of this realization, some began to reconsider, becoming even more hesitant to act rashly.

While they hesitated, the Wood Clan expert trapped within the Obsidian Jade Prison suddenly clutched his head and screamed, blood flowing from his seven orifices.

A thin stream of scarlet blood poured from his nose, mouth, ears, and eyes. That blood was a ghastly, inky black, utterly horrifying!

The Nebula Soul Refining Art originated from the High Priest Aoluo. When utilized by the Demonic Body borrowing the power of the Tianyuan Bead, the power of all soul skills was infinitely amplified. Although this Wood Clan member possessed the Divine Connection Realm cultivation, by Woodifying his body, he focused solely on physical defense and neglected to construct soul defenses, leading to his instant, severe injury.

Once the divine soul is damaged, this expert's Woodified body could no longer be maintained, and the Woodified form gradually reverted to its normal state. It was at this moment that Ji Changkong's Demonic Body appeared bizarrely inside the Obsidian Jade Prison. This no longer resembled a fight; it was a unilateral massacre!

Ji Changkong's demonic energy bombarded the Wood Clan expert wildly, a flurry of savage attacks raining down like dense raindrops upon him.

While relentlessly blasting him, Ji Changkong’s array of strange soul skills did not cease, continuing the agonizing soul annihilation upon the man.

The Wood Clan member was completely robbed of any ability to fight back, his body drenched in blood, his internal organs seemingly pulverized.

All the onlookers were struck dumb, frozen in place, their expressions indescribably complex. The human expert who had previously clamored about teaching Ji Changkong a lesson had, at some unknown point, quietly slipped away.

"Merge!" A clear, joyful sound suddenly echoed from the main body of Ji Changkong.

His spiritual power completely depleted, his face was alight with pleasure. Watching the 'Flame Thunder Cold Flame' gradually gaining the upper hand, swallowing most of the slightly inferior 'Sacred Sun Heavenly Flame,' the aura of the 'Flame Thunder Cold Flame' had, without realizing it, surpassed that of the 'Star Devouring Flame.'

At his call to "Merge," he, who sat cross-legged, cast a series of peculiar hand seals and spat out a blood crystal, which fell into the massive, mixed mass of Origin Fire.

The blood crystal instantly melted within the Origin Fire, transforming into five drops of crystal-clear, gemstone-like fresh blood. The five drops of blood spun within the flame, integrating into the Bang—the 'Flame Thunder Cold Flame.'

The 'Flame Thunder Cold Flame,' having received additional power, became vibrant again. Strands of crystalline thunder light grew thicker and thicker, almost the width of a finger. After the infusion of Ji Changkong's five drops of vital blood, the aura of the 'Flame Thunder Cold Flame' became heavily infused with Ji Changkong's essence. The connection between Ji Changkong and the 'Flame Thunder Cold Flame' grew ever more intimate!

The 'Star Devouring Flame' was clearly faltering, shrieking, "Unfair! This is unfair! You actually used its blood! We are one body, and you are violating the rules by doing this!"

"It is us, and we are already a part of it. Being together with it is the best outcome, and it is the predetermined fate!" This consciousness originated from the 'Flame Thunder Cold Flame.' Its consciousness was now very complete, even subtly surpassing the 'Star Flame,' because it had absorbed a large portion of the 'Sacred Sun Heavenly Flame,' further enhancing its power.

"It"?

Who exactly were these two Origin Flames referring to? Ji Changkong’s divine sense attached to the fresh blood could clearly perceive the communication between the two flames. He knew the 'It' referred to someone else, yet the blood clearly came from his own body? What on earth was going on?