Urban Wolf King

Chapter 1273 1184: The Demon God from 3,000 Years Ago

Upon hearing the words of the Lotus Seedpod in the darkness, Wang Yan's eyes grew cold, and he said icily, "I understand now, what I'm seeing is nothing more than an illusion."

The Lotus Seedpod said, "Whether you think it's an illusion or reality, now is the time for you to choose: do you want your cultivation, or the lives of these three people?"

At this moment, in the three images in front of Wang Yan, Beiming Xue was already cornered by hundreds of Soldier Terracotta Warriors with no way to escape; Ouyang Feiting was caught by tens of thousands of strong men, about to suffer ****; Elder Si Qin was severely injured, and was on the verge of being killed under the attack of three Venerable Tier Blazing Flame Flood Dragons.

Wang Yan's eyes widened, his eye corners nearly bursting.

Even though Wang Yan believed this might be an illusion, even though he thought it was likely false, what if it were true?

If it were true, watching the humiliation of his dearest loved ones while remaining indifferent?

"These are likely all fake, you don't need to give up your cultivation." The Lotus Seedpod said again.

"Hahaha—whether true or false, they all need to get out of my way."

Suddenly, Wang Yan laughed aloud, his body's aura furiously gushing out, making the entire aura within the Lotus Seedpod turbulent.

"Since you want my cultivation, I'll give it all to you."

With Wang Yan's words, more and more cultivation force surged out from his body, crashing into the invisible wall of the Lotus Seedpod in front.

The continuous roar of "Boom, boom—" resounded as the walls of the Lotus Seedpod trembled, and the three images outside shook accordingly.

As the images shook, the actions of those attacking Beiming Xue and the others gradually slowed down.

Wang Yan laughed uncontrollably, his entire cultivation pouring out unhesitatingly.

Wang Yan who had just broken through to Demon Venerable, instantly dropped to Half-Venerable, then fell further to Demon Saint Great Perfection.

Demon Saint, Demon Emperor, Demon King, Demon Master, Demon Warrior—

As Wang Yan's cultivation fell to Demon Warrior, the three images outside the Lotus Seedpod shook violently.

With the shaking, the scene seemed to reverse, the people attacking Beiming Xue and others completely disappeared, Beiming Xue and the others returned to their previous peaceful state.

Beiming Xue continued clearing Soldier Terracotta Warriors, Ouyang Feiting sat in the forest, Elder Si Qin leisurely bathed.

By this time, Wang Yan's cultivation was depleted completely, weakened to the extreme.

Now Wang Yan only held the cultivation of a Demon Warrior.

In the darkness, the voice of the Lotus Seedpod sounded again: "For an illusion, do you think it's worth it?"

Despite his cultivation dropping, Wang Yan showed a relaxed smile and didn't answer the Lotus Seedpod, but asked back: "Do you know the most important thing in the world?"

"What is it?"

"Emotion."

"For this emotion, willing to sacrifice all your cultivation, you are quite something." The voice of the Lotus Seedpod, however, diminished as if fading away, the entire Lotus Seedpod dimmed.

Just then, Zhuangzi outside the Lotus Seedpod sighed and said, "It seems he can't escape this disaster."

However, Wang Yan's voice rang out again: "It's a pity, you alone can't take my cultivation."

"What do you mean?" The Lotus Seedpod's voice sounded, and Zhuangzi outside raised his head joyfully.

Only to hear Wang Yan say, "Though I am loyal in emotion, I am not foolish. Now that the illusion is gone, I can reclaim my cultivation."

With these words, countless cultivation forces in the darkness transformed again, rushing back into Wang Yan's body.

Wang Yan's cultivation rose back up, Demon Warrior, Demon Master, Demon King, Demon Emperor, Demon Saint, Demon Venerable.

In an instant, Wang Yan's cultivation reached Demon Venerable again.

With Wang Yan's cultivation restored to normal, a blinding white light suddenly flashed in the dark Lotus Seedpod, enveloping Wang Yan instantly.

At the same time, Wang Yan's body appeared atop the Lotus Seedpod, sitting there again.

Zhuangzi looked at Wang Yan, revealing an excited expression, his voice trembling: "Could it be, he's truly passed the Lotus Seedpod's trial? A worthy phrase, loyal in emotion but not foolish. Two thousand years ago, the two victors passed the trial of loyalty in emotion using their cultivation to save lives, but eventually lost their cultivation, defeated by foolishness. Only he saved people and reclaimed his cultivation. It appears my deep-seated sea of blood hatred can be avenged."

The white light dissipated, Wang Yan felt his eyesight restored, and looked around.

He saw he was back in the grand hall, with Zhuangzi standing right before him.

"Turns out I've just overcome a catastrophe." Wang Yan inspected his body, indeed his cultivation had reached Demon Venerable, surrounded by Dragon Pattern and Wolf Pattern, a fifth illusory Soul Star had appeared.

Wang Yan stood up, floated before Zhuangzi, and cupped his hands, saying, "Thank you, Senior. Without you, I could not have reached Demon Venerable so quickly."

Zhuangzi didn't speak, instead his legs bent, kneeling before Wang Yan.

Wang Yan was startled, hurriedly stretched out his hand, a gentle force tried to lift Zhuangzi up.

Though Wang Yan's cultivation was astonishing after breaking through to Demon Venerable, when facing Zhuangzi, his power felt like punching into cotton with no force landing.

Wang Yan could only watch Zhuangzi kneel before him, after knocking his head, he slowly stood up.

Although Zhuangzi's cultivation and age should not warrant Wang Yan to accept this kneeling, Wang Yan knew Zhuangzi's action must hold deeper meaning.

Once Zhuangzi stood, Wang Yan sincerely said, "If Senior needs help, feel free to ask."

Zhuangzi sighed, said slowly, "Three thousand years I have been searching for someone to avenge this deep-seated sea of blood hatred. Today, sir's arrival finally gives me hope. Sir is loyal to emotion, will surely keep my entrusted matter in mind. And Sir is not foolish, though my enemy is strong, I believe Sir will kill him sooner or later."

Listening to Zhuangzi's solemn tone, Wang Yan knew Zhuangzi was surely about to reveal the cause, thus he continued listening quietly.

Sure enough, Zhuangzi said, "As a butterfly, three thousand years ago, I reached Demon God's cultivation, transformed into human form, but unfortunately the physical body was destroyed, leaving only the Demon Soul."

Though Wang Yan knew Zhuangzi's words were not simple, this first sentence stunned him utterly.

Achieving Demon God's cultivation three thousand years ago, this Zhuangzi was indeed terrifying.

But what terrifying force could destroy Zhuangzi's body, leaving only the Demon Soul?

Vaguely, Wang Yan felt he was about to learn a huge secret.