As the Demon God Bloodline Catalog circulated, the purple domain core gradually fused into Zhou Wen's body.
The Demon God Bloodline Catalog was a very strange cultivation technique. It could imitate the power of any kind of demon. This was very rare among all the cultivation techniques.
The Demon God Bloodline Catalog was similar to Jiang Yan's ability, but it wasn't as direct as Jiang Yan's ability. Furthermore, it had more restrictions.
Not being direct and having more restrictions didn't mean that it was weak. In fact, having restrictions meant a higher possibility. The Demon God Bloodline Catalog also had its advantages.
Boom!
Zhou Wen felt a miraculous change take place in his body. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that he had been reborn.
All the blood in his body boiled like magma, as though it was about to melt his entire body.
Legend had it that when demons reached a certain realm, they would take human form. This process was known as Manifestation. And now, the changes in Zhou Wen's body were similar. His entire body structure seemed to have changed.
Of course, Zhou Wen didn't need to take human form. His body didn't change in appearance, but his body had more possibilities.
Finally, a new Calamity domain was formed, and the Demon God Bloodline Catalog successfully advanced to the Calamity grade.
Just as Zhou Wen was about to carefully experience the Demon God Bloodline Catalog that had advanced to the Calamity grade, his body suddenly experienced an even more intense change.
The Lost Immortal Sutra, which hadn't moved for a long time, finally erupted again. As for the eight cultivation techniques that had condensed the Calamity domain, they were like eight reservoirs that constantly provided all sorts of energy to the Lost Immortal Sutra.
No, to be precise, the Lost Immortal Sutra was extracting its energy.
An indescribable sense of comfort assaulted every one of Zhou Wen's nerves. He felt as though he was about to ascend to immortality. It was a feeling that he couldn't extricate himself from.
If someone saw Zhou Wen at this moment, they would probably jump in fright.
Zhou Wen, who was sitting cross-legged, didn't have lightning swirling around him, nor did he have any colorful energy flow. He only had his eyes open, his gaze blurry as though his mind was wandering the cosmos.
There were some sweat stains on his skin, but his cheeks were so pink that it made one's heart palpitate.
At first glance, she looked like a 16 year old girl who was having a wet dream. There was even a hint of an ambiguous smile at the corner of her mouth.
However, Zhou Wen didn't feel as comfortable as he looked.
On the devastated land, magma erupted and floodwaters surged into the sky. A God stood high above the clouds, looking down at the untainted land. His eyes were as indifferent as water, as if he was not looking at the human world, but a lifeless sand table.
"The Heavenly Dao is my Dao, and the Dao is natural."
In the darkness, there seemed to be a voice reverberating around the god's body. As the god's mood changed, the entire world changed along with it.
Everything grew and withered, the earth rose and fell, the oceans rose and fell, era after era in the long river of history.
That was an unimaginable divine power. A god's will could change all living things.
Zhou Wen's body was kneaded uncontrollably amidst the divine power. It was water one moment, stone the next, and grass the next.
Just as Zhou Wen was alarmed by the irresistible divine power, he saw the god in the sky transform into another one. It was a deity that resembled light and lightning. He couldn't see his appearance, but he felt boundless divine power ripple over his body as the world turned dark.
"Let there be light." His Divine Will rippled.
Hence, there was light in the dark world.
"Let there be trees."
Hence, there were trees in the empty world.
"Let there be clouds."
Hence, there were clouds in the empty sky.
Everything in the world was born out of thin air with a single thought. The originally dark and empty world gradually became colorful.
One god after another appeared. There were a total of eight gods, and each god displayed unimaginable divine power. It was a power that mortals could only look up to. It made Zhou Wen feel as tiny as an ant.
Zhou Wen had never seen those gods before, but he could determine from the divine power they emitted that they were the eight cultivation techniques he cultivated.
However, the realm they displayed was far from what the current Zhou Wen could reach.
When the eight gods were displayed one by one, the world returned to the barbaric scene of a flood. However, on the devastated land, there was an additional frail human's back.
As there was only a back, Zhou Wen couldn't tell who it was. It looked like a young girl. She seemed to be moving forward with all her might. Every step she took was staggering, as though she would collapse at any moment.
Step after step, the girl fell countless times. Finally, in front of a lake, she was unable to stand up again.
As for her hand, it was still extended towards the lake. Even in death, she failed to get her wish, even if her wish was just to drink a mouthful of water.
"The Divine Dao has no joy, and the Human Dao is inherently sorrowful."
A voice sounded beside Zhou Wen. He turned around and saw a woman with an indistinct face standing beside him.
Although he couldn't see her face, Zhou Wen immediately knew who she was. She was the woman of the Sigh of the King.
Zhou Wen opened his mouth to ask, but he couldn't speak.
"When it's time to choose, the Divine Dao or the Human Dao, which will you choose?" The woman didn't look at Zhou Wen as she stared into the distance where the sky and land intersected.
The eight gods appeared in the sky one after another. As for the girl, she stood up again and continued forward. However, the lake in front of her had already vanished. There was nothing in sight except a dilapidated land that looked like the end of the world.
"Who … exactly are you …" Zhou Wen asked again, but this time, he made a sound.
The woman didn't answer. All she did was smile slightly. With a wave of her hand, the world shattered. The eight gods and the girl vanished, waking Zhou Wen up from the dreamlike world.
The powers of the eight cultivation techniques had been fused by the Lost Immortal Sutra. Zhou Wen suddenly realized that he still had the same problem.
Now was the critical period of condensing the Calamity Domain. The eight cultivation techniques were originally simulated by the Lost Immortal Sutra, and Zhou Wen didn't have the physique required by the eight cultivation techniques.
At this stage, by fusing the powers of the eight cultivation techniques with the Lost Immortal Sutra, he could truly possess the powers of eight Calamity Domains at the same time.
Zhou Wen was already very familiar with these eight powers. At the same time, he understood the future of the eight powers in the illusory realm.
Having eight Calamity Domains at the same time was something that even the supreme existences of the dimension would find difficult to reach, much less a human.
However, retaining these eight powers also meant that he would lose the opportunity to condense a Calamity Domain that belonged to him.
Two paths — one with light ahead, and the other filled with unknowns.
"Are you trying to tell me that you are my other path?" However, Zhou Wen didn't hesitate as he circulated the Lost Immortal Sutra. The surging power instantly surged towards his brain as the Calamity Domain officially condensed.
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