Wen Ping immediately opened the building interface.
The system flipped, and a list of buildings appeared with three dedicated to race cultivation.
Among them, Demon Immortal Inheritance!
Allow demons to embark on the cultivation path, condensing Demon Pills. The longer the cultivation time in the Demon Pill, the stronger the eventual strength, ultimately becoming Demon Immortals.
There’s a fundamental difference in the current demon cultivation method.
Currently, demons’ bloodlines determine their upper limits of strength.
Low-bloodline demons to reach higher realms must transform into humans and then cultivate the Meridian Gate.
"This is good."
Wen Ping immediately eyed the building price below.
Ten thousand White Crystals!
"Why is it so expensive?"
The system answered: "Because this is a race cultivation building, capable of transforming an entire race, naturally, it’s more expensive. If the host looks at more advanced race cultivation buildings, you’d find that ten thousand White Crystals is extremely cheap."
"No, I won’t look, I won’t look, I’m afraid I’ll scare myself to death."
Wen Ping closed the system interface and thought to himself: It seems these ten thousand White Crystals must be spent. Maybe later I can think of a way to get some White Crystals from the Demon Race. Aren’t there a lot of White Crystal Mines in demon territories? Anyway, White Crystals are of little use to most of the Demon Race, only a very few who choose to take human form use White Crystals for cultivation.
Just as Wen Ping continued to look, his spiritual power swept around randomly, a piercing voice came.
"Master, kill them all."
"The Demon Spirit Pool is gone, and my chance to step into Earth Unrestricted is gone too, it’s all their fault!"
Wen Ping’s spiritual power reached thousands of meters away where Tian Mu was standing on the tip of a tree, hysterically shouting, showing signs of a Wind Demon. Of course, Wen Ping knew this was the result of the Heart Demon’s manipulations by the Condemner.
At this moment, Wen Ping couldn’t be bothered with this clown, silently watching the Condemner’s battle.
From his spiritual perception, Weisheng Canglan was very strong, at least the strongest human force he had ever seen. The power of Earth Level Middle Grade Vein Technique at the Realm of Perfection was terrifyingly immense, and the giant sword wielded by the Four-Spin Vortex Divine Artisan was also formidable.
Either of them, casually, could instantly obliterate everyone present in the Secret Realm.
But when it struck the Condemner, it caused no damage whatsoever.
Not even a single hair was harmed; this was the scene now.
"Not bad," the Condemner once again received Weisheng Canglan’s strikes with the Black Wings, seemingly losing patience.
Just as Weisheng Canglan was consumed completely by hatred and enmity, the Condemner finally abandoned defense.
"Evil Comes!"
With these words, the Condemner reached into the darkness of death aura and drew a broad Black Sword. The four-foot sword, enveloped in black aura, doubled the deathly atmosphere in the air upon its appearance.
With "Evil Comes" in hand, the Condemner swung it a couple of times nonchalantly, then flapped the Black Wings and vanished from his original place.
A black lightning bolt streaked across the sky, directly penetrating through Weisheng Canglan’s body. Wherever it passed, it left behind the black aura of "Evil Comes". One such area was Weisheng Canglan’s abdomen.
From front to back, two holes emitted black aura, seemingly as if life force was draining away, extremely terrifying.
Puff!
Weisheng Canglan spat out a mouthful of blood, which fell like rain, then looked down at his own abdomen disbelievingly.
"My spirit body!"
Though his spirit body wasn’t as hard as the Condemner’s, it wasn’t a clay doll; it was penetrated without resistance.
However, this strike hadn’t damaged Weisheng Canglan fundamentally.
"Die!"
Weisheng Canglan roared furiously, simultaneously activating the four Meridian Gates, the giant sword in his hand bringing forth a hundred-zhang long dragon head smashing towards the distant Condemner. The Condemner glanced at "Evil Comes" in his hand, charged at the Earth Dragon’s head, and hacked a few times.
With one strike, half of the dragon head was sliced off.
With the second, the dragon head was completely cleaved.
With the third and fourth strikes, the rest disintegrated.
With the fifth and subsequent strikes, the Condemner slashed wildly, the brown Sword Aura swirling about like autumn forest leaves. From afar, the viewers were all terrified and couldn’t help but compare one of the Sword Auras with their own powers. If they went all out, could they unleash such a strike?
The answer was naturally negative.
Boom!
In the shock of everyone, a black shadow slammed to the ground.
The Sword Aura vanished, and the Condemner still stood steadily in the sky, the Black Wings flapping slowly, making the approaching myriad beasts prostrate themselves.
"Cough—"
Weisheng Canglan, lying in the pit, coughed another mouthful of blood, then looked at the black holes all over his body.
He felt his strength fading, life disappearing with the black aura.
The last time he fought an enemy of the same realm, he hadn’t suffered such severe injuries.
Of course, under normal circumstances, Weisheng Canglan would surely have fled.
If he couldn’t win, he’d run; opening the Fourth Meridian Gate wasn’t easy, no one wanted to fall.
But the current Weisheng Canglan was full of hatred and enmity; he wouldn’t leave until the Condemner was killed.
Boom!
The Meridian Gates throbbed together.
Weisheng Canglan flew into the sky, rushing into the clouds.
From the black clouds, Weisheng Canglan’s voice came like thunder, a vast, massive, deadly momentum spread out.
Long Ye and the others felt their hairs stand up from the immense killing intent.
They wanted to step back, but found their feet wouldn’t move at all.
"Endless Slaughter: Fallen Heaven Strike!"
Weisheng Canglan tore through the air, like a meteor crashing to the ground, smashing towards the Condemner, who hadn’t left.
The Condemner merely uttered two words, "Sin Comes!"
And then instead of retreating, charged at Weisheng Canglan, who was unleashing the strongest vein technique, swinging "Evil Comes" in his hand. The Sword Aura penetrated everything before Weisheng Canglan, striking directly at the body.
The deadly momentum in the sky came to an abrupt halt, Weisheng Canglan’s giant sword slipped from his hand, his vision went black, and he fell to the ground.
Boom!
After a loud crash, the earth slowly quieted down.
At this time, Wen Ping saw the Condemner suddenly swing out a black iron chain, the hook at the end stabbing into Weisheng Canglan’s chest, and upon a yank by the Condemner, a black humanoid was pulled out.
From the information transmitted by the Condemner, Wen Ping learned that any strong beings killed by the Condemner would have their souls eternally bound for his use.
Of course, no one could see this scene.