The sinister, alien power seeped into the bones, penetrating every part of the body. It felt as if a gate within had been flung open, breaking past the limits. Life force surged rapidly, leaping past 100, then 101, 102, 103… Like a long-accumulated flood, it burst through the dam in an instant, rising with unstoppable momentum.
Eight-Headed Serpent Power!
Feng Lin instinctively grasped the essence of this sinister force—it was the manifestation of the Yamata no Orochi’s origin, the core of the demon’s power, capable of turning decay into miracle. Born from the essence of heaven and earth, demons’ power inherently contained the supreme principles of the universe, allowing living beings to shatter their limits.
Once his life force broke past 100, Feng Lin’s entire aura transformed. The life fluctuations formed tangible pressure that twisted the void, creating whirlpools that even warped light, like an invisible mountain pressing down, making it hard to breathe.
“Such pressure—this person’s life force has definitely reached the level of an interstellar cultivator!” Kazuma Taro and the Eastern Sea Shrine Maiden’s faces darkened as they barked out.
“Who are you, really?”
“How dare you steal the treasures of our Eastern Sea nation!”
With their prize snatched away, their eyes turned icy cold as they closed in to attack.
Feng Lin swept his gaze over them, unwilling to let them interrupt his life force breakthrough. Under his mental control, the Great Tengu flapped its wings and swooped down from the sky like a hawk. As one of the great demons of Eastern Sea mythology, the Great Tengu possessed astonishing regenerative abilities. In three days, the severe wounds it had suffered at Feng Lin’s hands had mostly healed. Its katana slashed down in rapid succession, the blade light forming a continuous pattern, carrying the power to sever everything.
Kazuma Taro and the Eastern Sea Shrine Maiden, merged with their demons, were no pushovers either, unleashing sword techniques and various spells. But the Great Tengu could fly, moving with incredible speed—unlike the Yamata no Orochi, which had stood still and let itself be burned by Amaterasu’s black flames. It transformed into a demonic wind, circling the two and attacking from all directions. The three of them locked in a stalemate, unable to break free for a long time.
Meanwhile, Feng Lin stood still, completely unaffected, quietly sensing the changes within his body. The Eight-Headed Serpent Power flowed through him, and wherever it went, his flesh and blood, even his bones, seemed to shatter their innate bottlenecks, growing without restriction. Infused with demonic energy, they began to demonize. Demons were naturally transcendent beings, and demonization was transcendence itself. As his flesh and blood began to energy, they gradually shed the constraints of material cells, growing without limit.
“Submit to me, become my sword slave, and you will gain infinite power!” The Eight-Headed Serpent Power emitted a seductive voice, seeping into his mind, shaking Feng Lin’s will, trying to strip away his resistance. An ordinary person with weak willpower would likely fall instantly. But Feng Lin’s mental gene had been strengthened to 7 points—not for nothing. His will was as hard as steel, and he immediately suppressed the seductive voice completely.
But then he was stunned to find that the Eight-Headed Serpent Power receded like a tide, refusing to strengthen him any further. Truly a demon sword—it wouldn’t grant life force for free, demanding the price of becoming a sword slave!
“If I don’t drain this demon sword dry today, my name isn’t Feng!” A cold smile curled at the corner of Feng Lin’s mouth. He fully retracted his mental power, sinking it deep into his heart, offering no resistance. The demon sword’s seductive will immediately counterattacked, flooding his entire mind like a tidal wave. Sensing that Feng Lin had seemingly lost his resistance, the Eight-Headed Serpent Power held nothing back, continuously transforming his body to strengthen its sword slave.
Feng Lin’s life force skyrocketed: 110, 120, 130… shooting straight up to 150 and still climbing. Every bottleneck in his body was broken, qi and blood surging through him like mercury, burning like fire. Energy light flickered within his cells, beginning partial energy transformation. The demon sword writhed as if alive, coiling around Feng Lin’s arm, humming and buzzing as if laughing in triumph.
208!
In the end, Feng Lin’s life force broke through the 200 mark, doubling what it had been before. He was no less than an elite cultivator—in fact, he surpassed one.
But at this point, the life force growth came to a complete halt, unmoving.
“Just about right—worth the heavy price I paid.” Ripples stirred in the depths of Feng Lin’s mind. Even the Eight-Headed Serpent Power had its limits; it had granted him the life force of an entire interstellar cultivator. To ask for more would be sheer greed.
Watching the demon sword’s seductive thoughts still churning wildly in his mind, Feng Lin found it secretly amusing. He no longer suppressed his mental power, letting it erupt like a volcanic explosion. The demon sword’s sinister seductive will was shattered like dry twigs in a storm.
After all, Feng Lin was walking the path of Sun Wukong’s myth. Sun Wukong was the Heart Monkey—the heavens couldn’t cover his eyes, the earth couldn’t bury his heart. His mental power was immense, beyond the suppression of all the gods and buddhas. How could this mere demon sword shake him?
Feng Lin’s eyes snapped open, and he rose to his full height. His aura had transformed completely, like a walking human volcano, with qi and blood surging through his meridians, containing a violent, terrifying power.
The Great Tengu was the strongest among the three great demons of Eastern Sea in combat, but facing two opponents—Kazuma Taro and the Eastern Sea Shrine Maiden merged with their demons—it ultimately fell behind. Its fate was miserable: its sword-wielding hands and wings were severed, and it exploded into a mass of demonic energy, vanishing on the spot.
Feng Lin felt no regret. He had originally thought the Great Tengu could boost his combat power, but now that he had obtained the Eight-Headed Serpent Power, his life force had grown far beyond expectations, making him no weakling even among elite cultivators. The Great Tengu’s power had become like a chicken rib—useless but not worth discarding. It had bought him time to strengthen his life force, so it had served its purpose, not wasting the effort he’d put into subduing it.
As Kazuma Taro and the Eastern Sea Shrine Maiden charged at him like he was their mortal enemy, Feng Lin let out a cold laugh. “You want this sword? Here, take it back!” He tossed it away, throwing the demon sword—which they treasured as a priceless artifact—like garbage. He had already absorbed the Eight-Headed Serpent Power; this mere demon sword meant nothing to him now.
Kazuma Taro and the Eastern Sea Shrine Maiden halted, exchanging bewildered glances. What was Feng Lin playing at? The Ame no Murakumo no Tsurugi was the foremost of the Three Sacred Treasures of Eastern Sea. He had snatched it from their grasp, and now he was discarding it like trash, throwing it back?
The demon sword stuck into the ground, trembling, then suddenly exuded a sinister aura. A terrifying face faintly emerged from it, twisting and howling in rage: “Worthless human, I’ll kill you!” As the supreme demon sword, it had been toyed with by a mere mortal—robbed of its Eight-Headed Serpent Power without accepting its enslavement. It was furious, humiliated, and filled with hatred. To the demon sword, Feng Lin’s actions were like eating a meal and skipping out on the bill, or climbing into bed and then refusing to acknowledge the deed.
The demon sword swore to kill Feng Lin. It shot into the air and flew toward Kazuma Taro. Seeing the divine sword coming to him, Kazuma Taro couldn’t believe his luck. He eagerly met it, offering no resistance to the demon sword’s malevolent will. The demon sword melted into him, merging with his body.
Sword and man became one!
Kazuma Taro had turned into…
A sword-man?