Azraeth V’Khorath’s eyes bulged wide with disbelief as Ethan’s Dharma body suddenly doubled in size, radiating a golden light so fierce it shattered the black fla dragon enveloping him, tearing the raging inferno into countless shards that dissipated into the void.
"It didn’t break? How is that possible?!" Azraeth’s voice trembled with shock.
He stared, unable to look away from Ethan’s glowing Dharma body.
"Your Dharma body... water and the strange fla attributes... invulnerable to all poisons?" The disbelief hung heavy in the air.
"You can actually condense such a powerful Dharma body?"
Azraeth’s back teeth ground painfully—his rage and astonishnt contending fiercely.
His narrowed eyes caught sothing familiar, and his breath hitched.
"No... why is there demonic energy in your body?"
"What the hell is going on?" Azraeth was utterly baffled, struggling to comprehend the situation before him.
The potent mixture of golden Dharma light and lingering demonic energy was a discordant contradiction.
Ethan smiled wryly, calm despite the tension.
"Three Thousand Avenues, although different, are fundantally the sa."
"The source of demonic energy is essence, blood, and spiritual power."
"I lack spiritual roots to draw spiritual energy, but I still have essence and blood."
"I practice the martial arts of your demon clan, so naturally, I can condense and use demonic energy."
"Those who have lost their way always find a way back."
He locked eyes with Azraeth, voice steady and confident.
"Old dog Azraeth V’Khorath, as a Mahayana realm expert, you don’t even recognize this truth?"
Azraeth’s piercing gaze bore into Ethan. Having cultivated for millennia, he knew well this principle of energy.
But the thought of this young man grasping such profound insight was nearly unbearable.
Such talent, understanding, and adaptability at his age were almost unheard of.
In the vast continent, Ethan was indeed a unique genius.
"Haha, young people, don’t get cocky."
"Why are there so few geniuses with special physiques and peerless understanding?"
Azraeth’s voice turned grim.
"Because geniuses are easy to break!"
"Every brilliant, powerful thorn like you is hated by your enemies."
"Like the most beautiful trees in a forest—they’re the first to be cut down."
"The more talented you are, the easier it is to die!"
"Besides, the Black Demon Sect is not the only one hunting you."
"There are many open and covert conflicts among the human sects."
"Don’t believe the Azure Origin Dao Sect can shield you forever."
"Dare to leave it by even half a step, and I, Black Demon Sect, will end you without a burial place!"
Azraeth delivered his threat with deadly emphasis, each word a hamr blow.
Ethan chuckled darkly.
"Old dog Azraeth, instead of worrying about my future, why not worry about your own?"
"Why do you think I ca here today?"
Azraeth’s narrowed eyes questioned.
"Why?"
"Of course, I ca to kill you!"
The words hit like bullets.
Azraeth staggered, laughter exploding.
"You want to kill ?"
"I’m of the ancestral earth demon lineage. I am immortal!"
"Without absolute power suppression, how can you hope to kill ?"
"Do you think you’re the Supre Realm’s top dog?"
"Young man, your talent is impressive—the best I’ve seen."
"But you trying to kill with Dharma body realm strength?"
"It’s wishful thinking!"
Azraeth sneered, his expression cold.
"Burn, that old immortal relic tried everything but could only seal here with broken immortal weapons and formations."
Ethan smirked.
"Old dog, talk less. Let’s see what this really is."
He stretched out his palm, and a blue disc floated above it, spinning slowly.
He silently recited a mantra, and the disc began to rotate faster.
In an instant, a powerful force surged forth, encasing the whole Demon Sealing Cave.
The formation’s power radiated intensely—far stronger than any previously seen in the Demon Sealing Cave.
Azraeth frowned, his previous contempt vanishing under the weight of this newfound force.
"What kind of formation is this? Ancient spiritual formation?" Azraeth sneered.
"Strong, yes—but the formation is not strong enough to kill !"
Ethan’s lips curled into a confident grin.
"Don’t worry. This is just the beginning."
He waved his hand, and four jade bottles floated out: the essence and blood of the Phoenix, Black Turtle, Dragon Bird, and the rare blue Phoenix.
"These are essences I collected," Ethan explained quietly.
"One from when I gathered Phoenix eggs."
"One gifted from Ebon Azure, the Black Turtle."
"Another a fishing reward, the Dragon Bird’s essence."
"The last, borrowed from Junior Sister Liana’s Ashira."
"three ancient spiritual beasts, One Divine beast, each with high bloodline power."
"They can fully awaken the Four Elephant Prison Formation’s true strength."
"Go!" Ethan commanded.
The jade bottles fell to the formation’s four corners, corks popping off.
Essence and blood slowly diffused into the formation, causing the compass to spin wildly.
The Four Elephants Prison Formation surged to full power.
The entire Demon Sealing Cave trembled ominously.
The alarm bell rang loudly inside the cave.
Elders of the Demon Sealing Cave—Azel and others—appeared on the 18th floor in rapid succession, quickly sending ssages down below.
"Ethan, are you alright?"
"I’m fine," Ethan said simply.
"The tremors you felt were caused by ."
"I’ve added a new formation to the Demon Sealing Cave, taken from the ultimate inheritance."
The elders were stunned, then elated.
They all knew the Blue Void Ancestor’s inheritance was supre.
The Blue Void Ancestor had once been a Supre Realm figure.
The formation he left behind was unmatched.
Even the powerful Azraeth V’khorath, with his earth demon bloodline, could not withstand it.
Immortality was not absolute.
If one was vastly weaker, annihilation of body, soul, and spirit was inevitable.
Immortality beca nothing but a cruel joke.
Nobody expected formations remained from the ancestor’s inheritance.
Its power surpassed all the other formations combined in the Demon Sealing Cave.
They watched streams of colored light flow like fishes through the sealed space.
Whenever demonic energy touched the flowing light, it was instantly annihilated.
Below floor eighteen, the specters of the Dragon Bird, Blue Phoenix, Black Turtle, and Phoenix circled Azraeth V’khorath.
Their power hamred continuously at him.
Azraeth’s expression shifted as he felt his vital essence slowly wane.
Though slow, the cumulative effect was undeniable.
He would dry up and perish within this formation’s prison.
"Where did you get such a high-level formation?" Azraeth roared in desperation, the words fighting frustration and rage.
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