The Desolate Isle.

Shi Yan sat motionless, staring blankly eastward, his eyes vacant, his expression grim.

After a long pause, he reached out to stroke the Blood Patterned Ring, communicating with the Xuan Bing Cold Flame and the Earth Core Fire through his mind. "I'm going to try contacting the Ring Spirit shortly.

I'll let you two break free from this ring as well; our fate together ends here." The Xuan Bing Cold Flame remained silent, offering no response.

The Earth Core Fire seemed to have just awakened from some peculiar state.

Hearing Shi Yan's mental summons, it sounded utterly confused and immediately sent a query of inquiry.

Knowing time was scarce, Shi Yan rapidly explained the current desperate situation to Lan Ming, the Ten Thousand Year Earth Core Fire.

The Earth Core Fire sent no reply, seemingly processing the description.

Its radiant light flickered, suggesting the two lives within were weighing their options.

Just then.

Shi Yan noticed the spiritual energy of the desolate island slowly beginning to gather.

The extremely meager spiritual essence of the island was gradually growing dense.

Struck dumb, unaware of what was happening, he couldn't help but look up at the sky.

A crystal the size of a human head had, at some unknown moment, quietly begun to float above him.

This crystal slowly descended, soon hovering directly overhead. "Holy Spirit God!" Shi Yan couldn't help but cry out, staring at the crystal in utter astonishment.

He immediately sent a message: "How are you here?" "That island is finished.

I burrowed up from the depths and followed your life aura all the way here," the Holy Spirit God's thoughts transmitted from within the Dragon Crystal. "You promised to forge a physical body for me.

I came here hoping you could one day help me create one.

The island I was on was overrun by malevolent beings, and even my aura was discovered.

I had to flee." Shi Yan was stunned.

After a moment of silence, he replied helplessly, "I cannot help you.

In a little while, my spirit and body will be annihilated.

You must leave this place quickly, as far away as possible." Having said this, without waiting for replies from the Holy Spirit God or the Xuan Bing Cold Flame and Earth Core Fire in the Blood Patterned Ring, Shi Yan touched the ring and poured his soul consciousness into it. "Ring Spirit, I know you can receive my consciousness.

I am about to die.

Release the power binding the Xuan Bing Cold Flame and the Earth Core Fire; grant them their freedom.

And you—how should I arrange for you? I have half an hour left.

You had better be quick.

If it’s too late, when my body and spirit perish, I fear I won't be able to help you even if you have a request." The Blood Patterned Ring gave no reaction whatsoever.

Shi Yan was surprised, thinking to himself: Was everything I felt before just an illusion? Is there no Ring Spirit in this Blood Patterned Ring at all? Otherwise, why is there no reaction from the Ring Spirit at this crucial moment? As he thought this, Shi Yan’s heart sank to the bottom.

His plan to help the Xuan Bing Cold Flame and the Earth Core Fire escape might also be dashed, plunging him deeper into despair and helplessness.

After a long while.

The Blood Patterned Ring suddenly emitted a faint, shimmering rainbow light, a dazzling and astonishing radiance that instantly enveloped the space ten meters around him. "What's happening?" The mental signals from the Xuan Bing Cold Flame and the Holy Spirit God returned simultaneously.

The intentions of these two highly intelligent, peculiar life forms expressed extreme fear and agitation, as if they were being restrained by some force.

Even the Ten Thousand Year Earth Core Fire within the Blood Patterned Ring became restless, yearning to break free from the ring, to escape some form of constraint.

The rainbow light of the Blood Patterned Ring flared intensely.

Three wonderfully strange powers instantly dispersed, seizing the Xuan Bing Cold Flame, the Earth Core Fire, and the Holy Spirit God, respectively.

Then, before Shi Yan's disbelieving eyes, the Holy Spirit God was violently yanked down from the sky and dragged directly into the Qi Vortex in Shi Yan’s lower abdomen.

At the same time.

The Xuan Bing Cold Flame and the Earth Core Fire within the Blood Patterned Ring transformed into two strange wisps of flame, which were also forcefully drawn in, both dragged into the Qi Vortex in Shi Yan’s lower abdomen.

The previously depleted Qi Vortex began to spin wildly as it was infused by the Holy Spirit God, the Earth Core Fire, and the Xuan Bing Cold Flame—these three peculiar life forms.

Shi Yan inspected his body with his mind, a flash of shock crossing his eyes.

He saw that the Qi Vortex in his lower abdomen, as it spun rapidly, was slowly forming a marvelous pattern.

It resembled a Tai Chi diagram shaped like an Yin-Yang fish: the Xuan Bing Cold Flame was on one side, and the Ten Thousand Year Earth Core Fire on the other, with the Holy Spirit God—the deity revered by the Holy Spirit Sect—connecting the two.

The three strange life forms existed together, constrained by some mysterious power, forming a bizarre, Yin-Yang fish pattern, seemingly temporarily merged.

An endless, colossal surge of energy violently erupted from his long-exhausted Qi Vortex! The ferocity of this energy far exceeded his imagination! His bones cracked audibly, and unbearable pain instantly flooded his entire body! In that moment, it felt as though he were enduring the torments of purgatory, his bones and meridians seemingly being forcibly torn apart by some power.

All seven hundred and twenty of his acupoints spun frantically! The essence and vigor bestowed upon him by Xia Shenchuan were being violently purified! The negative energy leaking from the acupoints caused Shi Yan's entire body to tremble, nearly making him faint.

Suddenly, all the blood in Shi Yan’s body seemed to ignite, and the power drawn from his blood surged! It flooded his body’s meridians like an unending, mighty river! Berserk Second Heaven! The bizarre transformation in his lower abdomen vortex and acupoints instantly triggered the Berserk Second Heaven, causing his physical body to instantly shrivel.

A terrifying surge of evil power erupted from his body, shooting upward to form a gigantic pillar of white energy that soared straight toward the heavens! "Hooooowl!" In the midst of agonizing pain, Shi Yan roared and screamed like a wild beast, thrashing on the ground as uncontrolled power shot out from him. "Boom! Boom! Boom!" As his body rolled about, massive desolate mountains, each a hundred meters high, were shattered by impact.

The smaller peaks, standing hundreds of meters tall, seemed like paper, unable to withstand a single collision. "Hiss! Hiss!" White mist billowed out from all seven hundred and twenty pores on his body! This mist was saturated with terrifying negative energy.

This negative power instantly gathered within his body, fusing with his bloodline, causing the evil aura radiating from him to climb ceaselessly.

Shi Yan's eyes gradually turned crimson, the whites webbed with blood vessels, making him resemble a ferocious beast from the Primordial Era—brutal, with a monstrous, blazing evil aura that inspired a feeling of murderous savagery. "Whoosh!" A beam of black light pierced the cloud cover and abruptly halted over the desolate island.

A terrifying demon, three and a half meters tall, instantly materialized.

It had curved horns protruding from its head, scarifications resembling demonic markings across its face, and dark-blue muscles like iron.

Its icy eyes burned with killing intent as it coldly surveyed the island below.

The Demon Lord of the Fourth Demonic Domain, Moqita.

Moqita looked down from above, fixating on the howling, beast-like Shi Yan on the barren island, his dark-blue pupils blazing with brutal viciousness. "Boom!" Moqita plunged down, his two feet landing squarely on a three-hundred-meter-tall desolate mountain, causing the entire peak to explode in a shower of rock fragments.

Shi Yan howled and roared, his body rolling toward that mountain peak. "Kid, we finally meet again." Moqita roared toward the sky, demonic light erupting from his curved horns.

Following the roar, he moved his hands through the air, and suddenly, thousands of bloody skulls flew out from his palms.

These skulls varied in size, some matching a human head, others as large as small mountains.

Each of the thousands of skulls was dripping blood.

Thick, impenetrable dark demonic energy emanated from the eye sockets and mouths of the skulls.

As they flew out from his palms, they emitted soul-shaking demonic chants, all lunging toward Shi Yan to bite. "Roar!" Shi Yan, his eyes burning red and his body withered like a vengeful spirit, his clothes utterly shredded, bent his knees slightly—as if unable to stand straight—and let out a frenzied howl challenging the fate of heaven and earth as the thousands of skulls converged to blot out the sky.

The pillar of white energy rising above his head suddenly expanded wildly, instantly transforming into five ferocious and terrifying demonic heads.

The Five Negative Demons, which had been dormant in his Sea of Consciousness, solidified under the condensation of negative power.

Each stood ten zhang tall, suspended in the void like ancient demon gods, fiercely snatching at the bloody, glistening skulls. "Crack! Crack! Crack!" The skulls released by Moqita were caught by these five terrifying, ten-zhang-tall demonic heads and were squeezed into dust, instantly shattering into bone powder that scattered across the desolate island like fine sand.

The five ten-zhang-tall demonic heads, now physically manifest, appeared even more like monstrous entities from the Demonic Realm than Moqita himself.

The Five Negative Demons roared silently toward the sky, and the surging demonic energy attracted by Demon Lord Moqita was devoured by them as if by a giant whale sucking in water.

The dense, thick demonic energy that had obscured the sky over the island vanished instantly, all of it becoming fuel for the Five Negative Demons to enhance their power.

After absorbing the vast demonic energy, the bodies of the Five Negative Demons turned black and white, becoming even more eerie and terrifying.

Their original ten-zhang height rapidly swelled until they each became colossal, fifteen-zhang-tall entities, like small mountains suspended in the void, slowly encircling Shi Yan at the center.

Shi Yan roared upward in anger, feeling various powers within his body drain away madly, transforming into invisible beams of energy that poured into the solidified, massive bodies of the Five Negative Demons. "Avatars of Ancient Demon Gods! Impossible!" Moqita’s dark-blue eyes were filled with horror as he stared blankly at the five negative demonic figures surrounding Shi Yan, letting out an unbelievable shriek. "Awooo!" Shi Yan’s knees buckled, and he let out a terrifying, inhuman roar.

His withered body split and tore, white smoke poured from all seven hundred and twenty acupoints, and a massive sphere of light seemed hidden in his lower abdomen, shooting out dazzling white light.

Wherever the white light passed, one desolate mountain after another collapsed and crumbled. "To possess such terrifying power at the Earthly Realm! Kid, you must die today!" Moqita recovered from his shock after a moment, and earth-shattering, ferocious demonic energy erupted from his eyes. "Even if you can condense the Avatars of Ancient Demon Gods, you cannot escape death today!" Moqita grinned sinisterly, reaching toward the sky and grasping.

A gigantic demonic blade, ten meters long, tore through the void and instantly settled into his palm.

Wielding the ten-meter demonic blade, Moqita's terrifying aura surged once more.

He grinned savagely and suddenly flew toward Shi Yan.