340: Chapter 340 The Inheritance of an Ancient Half-Demon!

Before Sun Xingtian could regain his senses, the scene before him shifted once again. His consciousness was forcibly dragged into another ancient starry sky.

Deep within the starry sky, a colossal phantom, half-human and half-Yao, sat cross-legged.

With the sun above his head and the moon beneath his feet, every time he opened his mouth, the starlight from across the sky poured into his body like a waterfall. A terrifying pressure, transcending heaven and earth, seemed to span endless ages, ceaselessly battering Sun Xingtian's mind...

A torrent of information surged into his mind, coalescing into a complex and profound Cultivation Technique.

《Yin Star Refining Art》

Cultivate the Yin and Yang Dao, draw upon the Yin moon and stars for Body Tempering, and seize the fortune of heaven and earth.

The core opening line was branded into Sun Xingtian's Sea of Consciousness: "It cannot be cultivated by the Human Race, nor by the Yao Race; use the wisdom of the Human Race to comprehend the Dao, and the body of the Yao Race to bear it; only when Yin and Yang are balanced can the Great Dao be attained."

This was actually a supreme technique that only half-Yao could Cultivate!

Moreover, it pointed directly to the Nascent Soul realm, the Jueyin Immortal Foundation within the Yin and Yang Dao: [Bewitch Hearts].

What moved Sun Xingtian the most was the note at the end of the technique: Cultivate this method to Major Achievement, and it increases the chance of Core Formation without Qi by ten percent out of thin air!

Sun Xingtian opened his eyes, his vertical pupils constricting violently, his breathing heavy like an ox.

Increasing the chance of Core Formation without Qi by ten percent!

In the cultivation world, countless Foundation Establishment Cultivators would fight until rivers of blood flowed for even a five percent chance of Core Formation; this technique was a divine object tailor-made for their Heavenly Demon Guards!

He gripped the bone fragment tightly, an uncontrollable greed growing wildly like weeds.

If he concealed this technique and cultivated it in private, relying on his Six-Winged Golden Cicada Bloodline, he would have a high probability of achieving the Golden Core in the future, and could even peer into the supreme Nascent Soul realm, becoming a hegemon and never again having to live under others!

As greed surged, Sun Xingtian's eyes became dark and unreadable.

But in the next instant, a lightning mark deep within his brow began to throb; it was the Origin brand of the Heavenly Demon Saint Transformation Art. It was also the absolute Restriction that Shi Jian had planted deep within the Divine Soul of every Heavenly Demon Guard.

The moment the mark throbbed, a shudder originating from the depths of his Soul swept through his entire body. Sun Xingtian trembled, cold sweat instantly soaking through the back of his clothes.

His greed receded like the tide, replaced by extreme fear and pathological fanaticism, as if he had been brainwashed.

Slap! Sun Xingtian backhanded himself across the face. His cheek instantly swelled up high, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Stupid!" Sun Xingtian gritted his teeth, cursing himself: "Without the blood bestowed by the Holy Ancestor, we would not even have the qualifications to be Yao; we would be nothing more than ants kept in captivity by the Human Race!"

"Such a divine object is only worthy of being possessed by the Holy Ancestor!"

His hands trembling, he solemnly placed the bone fragment back into the bronze box, reapplied the Spirit Sealing Talisman, and carefully tucked it into his personal Storage Pouch.

Walking out of the secret vault, the Lin Family residence had already turned into a sea of fire. Dozens of Heavenly Demon Guards, their bodies hung with Storage Pouches of all sizes, were drenched in blood, their eyes filled with a bloodthirsty glint.

"Young Master Xingtian, it has all been cleared out."

"The entire Lin Family, three thousand Souls, not a single one left; all have been slaughtered." The rat-transformed Yao Guard approached, licking the meat scraps off his claws.

"Withdraw."

Sun Xingtian was expressionless. The six wings behind his back flapped, and he shot into the sky. The black-robed specters also quickly vanished into the night, leaving behind only a dead city engulfed in raging flames. Countless corpses would also be swallowed by the fire, burning away all sins.

Myriad Demon Domain, Zixiao Peak. Thunderclouds never dissipated year-round, and purple-gold lightning rolled within the clouds like an angry Dragon.

Shi Jian sat on the edge of the lightning pool, breathing in the heaven and earth qi. White Crane stood to the side, fanning himself, looking at the resources piled up like a mountain at the foot of the mountain.

"These half-Yao are indeed useful blades."

White Crane chuckled: "In the past half-year, they have plundered seven cities and a dozen mineral veins along the borders of Qingcang and Wei State."

"Over a million Mortals have died, over a dozen Foundation Establishment Families have been wiped out, and thousands of Cultivators have been killed or injured. The Human Race is finally starting to lose their composure."

Shi Jian did not open his eyes, saying indifferently: "The sharper the blade, the handier it is to use."

As soon as he finished speaking, a Dark-Gold stream of light streaked from the horizon and landed beneath Zixiao Peak.

Sun Xingtian knelt on one knee, holding the bronze box high with both hands, his voice fanatical and filled with piety: "Holy Ancestor! Your subordinate obtained an ancient Legacy in the secret vault of the Lin Family in Luoxing City, and have come specifically to offer it to the Holy Ancestor!"

Shi Jian slowly opened his eyes, a strange look flashing in his thunderous eyes.

He grabbed at the Void Realm, and the bronze box instantly fell into his palm; the Spirit Sealing Talisman shattered, and the bone fragment floated in the air; after a sweep of Shi Jian's Divine Sense, his eyebrows rose slightly.

"《Yin Star Refining Art》..." Shi Jian quickly read the information on the bone fragment, becoming somewhat interested: "It cannot be cultivated by the Human Race, nor by the Yao Race..."

"What a fine ancient half-Yao technique, this is quite interesting."

White Crane leaned in, his Divine Sense probing into the bone fragment, and his face immediately showed shock, his folding fan snapping shut: "Increases the chance of Core Formation without Qi by ten percent?"

"This technique is tailor-made for the Heavenly Demon Guards; in ancient times, our clan's Bloodline Legacy seems to have recorded a few half-Yao Demon Lords."

"But I just don't know which ancient Senior passed down this Legacy."

Shi Jian put away the bone fragment and looked down at Sun Xingtian at the foot of the mountain, his eyes full of appreciation. Facing such temptation, this half-Yao was actually able to restrain his greed and hand it over voluntarily; it was evident that the brainwashing and control of the Heavenly Demon Saint Transformation Art had penetrated deep into his marrow, making the probability of betrayal extremely low.

In the future, all important matters could gradually be handed over to these half-Yao. In the future, they could greatly assist his Yao Race!

"Sun Xingtian, a direct descendant of the Sun Clan, you have performed a meritorious service by offering this treasure." Shi Jian's voice was like thunder, his pressure overwhelming, "I permit you to copy this technique; furthermore, I shall bestow upon you a drop of Third-Order Lightning Marrow to help you temper your six wings, and you may learn the Lightning Evasion technique!"

Upon hearing this, Sun Xingtian kowtowed heavily, his forehead thumping against the thunder rock: "Holy Ancestor's grace, this subordinate will not hesitate to die for you!"

After speaking, the surroundings returned to peace. Seeing this, Sun Xingtian bowed respectfully and then turned into a stream of light and fled.

White Crane watched Sun Xingtian's retreating figure, tapping his folding fan against his palm: "Brother Shi, with this technique out, the potential of the Heavenly Demon Guards will rise to another level."

"In time, I fear you might really be able to Cultivate a batch of half-Yao Golden Cores for yourself."

Shi Jian sneered, his long robes flapping in the wind: "The Human Race thinks that by shrinking back, they can preserve their strength and restore their Foundation."

"I, however, insist on using their former kin to hollow out their Foundation!"