Chapter 722: The Transformation of the God

"Old Black, rest in peace. I'll look after Cow Immortal for you. Go on, have a good journey!" Ouyang Feng's words were provocative, yet he was in high spirits.

He knew that the Black Yak hadn't truly died; perhaps its spiritual will, which had left its body, could still return and revive.

At this moment, the Yellow Ox's withered body also emitted a faint light, greatly lifting its spirits. The Black Yak could still curse and bellow so crudely, indicating that the situation wasn't too dire.

However, both the Yellow Ox and Ouyang Feng were in a dire state, reduced to skin and bones, on the verge of meeting the same fate as the Black Yak.

The golden fur on Golden's body was nearly all shed, a truly miserable sight. Its once gem-like eyes were now dull and lifeless, and it could no longer stand on its own.

Ouyang Feng was equally wretched. The golden patterns on his face had faded completely, resembling wrinkled birthmarks. After his outburst at the Black Yak, he became utterly listless.

"Am I, Grandfather Ouyang, destined to die here? Heaven is unfair! I'm not even an adult yet; I have unfulfilled life ambitions, and I haven't become a Divine King. Most importantly, like that old virgin ox, I still don't have a dao companion! Your Grandfather Ouyang, the Divine King, is not content to go like this!" Ouyang Feng cried out.

Unfortunately, the Black Yak's body lay inert. If it could have moved, it would surely have kicked up and stood, its old face turning as black as a pot bottom. Even in its current state, it couldn't help but curse from within the cauldron.

"Ouyang, you little toad, say that again, I dare you! I, this old ox, will kick you to death!"

Ouyang Feng shouted, "Brother Virgin Ox, wait for me! Grandfather Ouyang can't hold on much longer either. I'll join you on the road to the Yellow Springs, and together we'll slay the King of Hell! We'll conquer the underworld, sweep through the Hall of Yama, and from then on, rule the netherworld!"

The Yellow Ox retorted, "Shut up! We're already in the underworld, not the land of the living. If you die, it's all over. Hold on!"

However, no sooner had the words left its mouth than Ouyang Feng convulsed, his eyes rolled back, and he fell backward stiffly, motionless, his gaze utterly dull and lifeless.

"You virgin toad, what a wretched death..." The Black Yak's spiritual will let out a dry wail from within the cauldron.

The Yellow Ox struggled, performing a final blood sacrifice, but ultimately, it too could not hold on. It quietly toppled over, its body growing steadily colder.

Silence fell upon the area, broken only by the Black Yak's occasional, weak murmurs, full of indignation and helplessness.

Outside Earth, in outer space.

Inside the Black Sword Dynasty's war fortress, the Saint, cloaked in a black robe, spoke chillingly: "Natives of Earth, you truly disappoint me. After so many years, you're only just beginning to recover, and yet no decent evolvers have emerged. You remain in a primitive barbarian stage, barely stronger than wild beasts. You're not even as good as a desolate planet, where at least one or two powerful barbarian gods might appear. Is there any native brave enough to step forward and exchange a few blows with my disciples and grand-disciples?"

In response, a group of formidable demons from Immortal Mountain unleashed a barrage of curses, directly swearing on the Primeval Beast Platform.

"Old geezer, what the hell are you boasting about? Chu Feng single-handedly wiped out your Earth branch, and you still have the audacity to mention your descendants? Old fossil, if you're so brave, come down! This Donkey Lord will kick you to death!"

"Old hag, if you dare to come down, your Grandfather Tiger promises to devour you, turn you into a pile of dirt, and proudly scatter you among the famous mountains and great rivers to nourish exotic trees."

The group of formidable demons from Immortal Mountain were truly a defiant bunch; when it came to a verbal battle, no one could rival them.

Primarily, they were enraged. With Chu Feng, the Yellow Ox, Old Black, and others' fates unknown, these despicable assassins were shamelessly resorting to insults.

Naturally, they held nothing back. If they couldn't win a fight, then they were prepared to... curse them to death!

The Primeval Beast Platform then became a vibrant scene. These formidable demons all logged in, attracting countless spectators, and continued their tirade from Earth's dawn until the sun was high in the sky.

The Dark Saint: [Indecipherable sounds of frustration/anger]

He was utterly speechless. His original intention was to help his employers relax with some pleasant words, but instead, he had stirred up a hornet's nest.

"Kill!"

The Dark Saint let out a soft cry, ordering his subordinates to search for suspicious targets in Earth's outer space and then to unleash a massacre to vent his frustration.

Zijin Mountain, Jiangning.

In the deepest part of the underground, at the edge of a small world, Chu Feng's face was ashen. He longed to immediately rush to the outer reaches and annihilate them all.

"Once this is over, I'll go to the Great Dream Pure Land and experience a century of dao in a single night. I must quickly enhance my combat strength. It won't be long before I personally wipe you all out!"

At this moment, from deep within the small world, faint cracking sounds emanated from the ancient coffin. The divine chains of mother gold were on the verge of breaking.

Counting the time, the half-day deadline was drawing near; it was almost upon them.

Deep within Immortal Mountain, East Sea.

An unknown amount of time passed. In the once silent stone forest, now enveloped in chaotic mist, sounds began to emanate from the Three-Legged Demonic Cauldron.

"Virgin Ox Old Black, are we heading to the Yellow Springs Road? Ow! Old Black, how dare you hit Grandfather Ouyang!?"

"You little toad-spawn, I'll beat you senseless!" Old Black shouted.

Inside the cauldron, a continuous clanging and violent shaking ensued.

The Yellow Ox spoke up, "Stop fighting. What state are we in? Are we ghosts, or are we still alive?"

At this moment, they gazed at each other. Chaotic energy steamed within the great cauldron, where their three spiritual wills, still present but ethereal, were being steamed.

The liquid in the cauldron, however, was quite unusual. Unlike ordinary matter, it was affecting their souls.

Gurgle, gurgle...

Then, the liquid inside the great cauldron boiled, and the three began to wail agonizingly. It was unbearable, the pain so intense they felt their souls were being cooked.

The Toad shrieked tragically, "This is the eighteen levels of hell! Are we being boiled in oil? This is so unfair! Grandfather Ouyang should be in the divine realm; how can I endure such torture?"

Then, Ouyang the Toad began to howl like a wolf: "Awooo..."

He was in unbearable pain, leaping and bouncing within the great cauldron, yet he couldn't escape, held firmly in place by a mysterious force.

"I can't take it anymore, I'm going to be cooked!"

"Moo!" The Black Yak also bellowed. It hadn't been like this earlier, but once all three of them had revived, the liquid in the great cauldron boiled, making their souls unable to bear the intensity.

"Old Ox, I smell steak! Medium rare, just right, fragrant and tender. Come, let Grandfather Ouyang have a bite. Damn it, Old Ox, how dare you shove your hooves into my mouth?! Grandfather Ouyang will fight you to the death!"

"Moo!" Old Black roared.

The Yellow Ox clutched its head, utterly exasperated. For these two to still be bickering at such a critical juncture was simply incredible.

Finally, the three could no longer bear the torment within the cauldron. Their bodies felt as if they would rupture, constantly expanding. Despite the excruciating pain, they unexpectedly found that their souls were growing larger, solidifying, and becoming more real.

"Huh? What's happening? Our spiritual will is... strengthening?"

The next moment, they were swept by an astonishing demonic energy, soaring out from the cauldron's mouth. Each was then propelled back into their respective bodies, instantly rejoining their physical forms.

Soon, all three abruptly sat up, only to immediately tumble back to the ground. They felt their souls had grown substantially, nourished at a fundamental level, and their innate foundations were incredibly robust!

However, their physical bodies remained extremely weak, devoid of any life signs. They were clearly deceased, unable to bear the strength of their powerful spiritual wills.

In a mere instant, their withered bodies nearly disintegrated.

Fortunately, at that moment, the Three-Legged Demonic Cauldron began to glow once more, spewing three streams of blood from its mouth, which flowed onto each of the three individuals.

These were the vital essences, including their blood, that had been absorbed by the great cauldron earlier. Now, they astonishingly returned, injecting into their respective bodies and instantly revitalizing their withered forms.

This was more than just blood essence; it also contained life energy and other unidentifiable substances!

Soon, the Yellow Ox, Ouyang Feng, and the Black Yak realized that these vital essences were far purer and more remarkable than their previous ones, imbued with potent energy and containing certain imprint fragments within their bloodstreams.

"Hmm, these are divine beast imprint fragments, part of my racial heritage?" Ouyang Feng was astonished. He was a cursed divine beast with incomplete heritage, but now he felt as if he had gained profound insight, receiving what was rightfully his.

Furthermore, he felt his blood was stronger than before, having been purified and refined, significantly enhancing his physique!

The Yellow Ox's entire body radiated golden light, becoming increasingly luminous and crystalline. Its blood also contained imprint fragments, and as its blood turned golden, it became even more extraordinarily terrifying, undergoing a similar metamorphosis.

However, the most significant transformation unquestionably belonged to the Black Yak.

This was because both the Yellow Ox and Ouyang Feng were already exceptionally powerful, having evolved to the peak of their current stage.

Even with strengthened souls and improved physiques, their relative gains weren't particularly dramatic. But Old Black was different; he kept letting out strange howls and bellows.

The genes of the Primordial Wild Ox, dormant within its body, were fully activated, replacing its original constitution as it underwent a metamorphosis. Furthermore, divine medicine extracted from the Calamity-Free Divine Body had been infused into it, causing it to experience a similar transformation at this very moment.

In just that brief moment, Old Ox's strength skyrocketed. His talent and potential underwent a terrifying leap, increasing by a substantial margin.

"I feel like I've transformed into a Calamity-Free Divine Body! Truly, this isn't a delusion. And my ancestors' genes have revived! I am now... the Calamity-Free Primordial Wild Ox Body!"

The Black Yak was stunned, trembling uncontrollably. It simply couldn't believe its own body, which crackled incessantly. Its entire form intermittently glowed with brilliant golden light and surged with dark light, finally settling into a dark golden hue.

Ultimately, however, its fur remained a glossy black, making it appear even taller, mightier, and more imposing than before.

After an unknown period, the three leaped up simultaneously. Not only had their bodies fully recovered, but their strength had also surged, especially the Black Yak's, which had skyrocketed by a substantial margin!

In an instant, they understood: this Demonic Cauldron was a supreme treasure of the demon race. Its earlier actions weren't meant to kill them, but rather to help them refine their vital essences, temper their souls, and then provide a powerful spiritual and physical rejuvenation.

The drawing of their blood was for purification and refinement, to strengthen it and activate the strongest genes within their bodies!

The same applied to their souls; some of the imprint fragments they received were components of their racial heritage.

"It truly lives up to its reputation as the demon race's supreme divine land. No wonder it dared to speak of 'cultivating' even a Demon Saint; it genuinely possesses such profound capabilities and heritage!" Even Ouyang Feng was convinced.

In an instant, they simultaneously began to practice a breathing technique, the supreme demonic breathing method, which was applicable to both divine beasts and other demon races.

Previously, the versions obtained by the Yellow Ox and Ouyang Feng were incomplete, but now they were perfected!

"This is one of the top ten breathing techniques in this universe, the demon race's supreme breathing method, capable of ranking among the very best!"

"Indeed, it incorporates elements of the divine beast breathing technique!" Ouyang Feng nodded.

In truth, the divine beast breathing technique is no weaker than the top ten, but ordinary individuals cannot cultivate it due to its extremely stringent requirements and the immense potential it demands.

When the three touched the Demonic Cauldron again, they immediately sensed that the entire Immortal Mountain was within their grasp; they knew their objective had been achieved!

"This Three-Legged Demonic Cauldron is actually a lethal weapon! Let's hit the extraterrestrials with it first!" the Black Yak declared.

"Alright, let's kill them all!" Ouyang Feng said with a roguish grin.