"Thump!" Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!…
These massive heart-like cocoons were beating powerfully, strong and full, containing streams of unpredictable, mysterious power within. A Flying Heavenly Yaksha transforming into an Asura was no small matter; it was a qualitative leap. Fang Han had read the "Various Worlds" and knew how difficult this transformation was and how massive an accumulation it required. Although it wasn't as difficult as cultivating from the Physical Body Realm to the Divine Ability Realm, it was not far off.
Now that Fang Han had the opportunity to witness this transformation with his own eyes, he naturally watched unblinking, afraid of missing even the slightest detail.
Perhaps from this transformation, he could find the slightest clues to physical evolution, laying a solid foundation for his future entry into the Divine Ability Realm.
"Earth Devil Asuras, Heavenly Kings of Yakshas! Heavenly Devil Biluo, Great Pills assist!" Yan's cold voice lacked the slightest emotion. Hundreds of Great Biluo Pills flew up from the Yellow Spring River. Every thirty-five Great Biluo Pills arranged into a formation, like stars in the sky, magnificently beautiful.
These great pills began to spin, and under the effect of Yan's magic power, they melted into air currents, gathering into a single stream. Suddenly, they turned into a head portrait that resembled a human yet wasn't a human, resembled a devil yet wasn't a devil, along with a string of runic characters, swiftly integrating into these massive cocoons.
Thump thump thump, thump thump thump!
The wriggling of these large cocoons immediately became ten times faster! It was as if war drums were beating together, troops being rallied on the battlefield; a tragic and fierce slaughter was on the verge of breaking out, and the atmosphere abruptly became tense. Fang Han's heart surprisingly also beat along with these large cocoons, as if he himself were about to undergo a sharp transformation.
"Ten swords melting! Core of the spiritual formation, the origin remains unchanged, metal energy turns to liquid! Decompose!"
Yan once again muttered esoteric incantations and spells. Its voice, accompanied by the oscillation of magic power, fiercely impacted outward and struck the ten hanging flying swords. Buzz buzz buzz, buzz buzz buzz… These flying swords emitted intense fluctuations, and subsequently, that metal substance unexpectedly began to melt, melting into a flowing liquid, the juice of the five metals! However, at the very center of these five-metal juices, a lump that looked like a seed was wrapped.
These things were the core grand formations within the spirited weapons, and also the foundation of a flying sword spirited weapon.
Yan's magic power could melt the metal of the flying swords, but it could not alter these core grand formations. However, this was enough. By placing the grand formations into the bone spurs of these Asuras, the power of the ten Asuras would surge, and their lethal power would sharply increase.
"Alright, the Asuras are about to break out of their cocoons!"
Just as Yan melted the form of the flying swords, the cocoons began to crack. Continuous clicking and cracking sounds rang out, and subsequently, tall demonic shadows emerged from within. Their whole bodies were covered in scales and hard shells, but their heads were those of handsome men and beautiful women. It truly was the figure of a devil, the face of an immortal. Particularly on their backs, a bone spur stood erect, incomparably savage.
Especially as the cocoons cracked, streams of blood-colored mist drifted in the air, but they lacked any smell of blood, instead carrying a kind of clear fragrance.
"Asuras breaking out of the cocoon, a transformation of power. This blood mist is called Blood-colored Sweet Dew! It can be encountered but not sought. Fang Han, if you don't inhale it into your body now, when will you?"
Seeing this, Fang Han had long had the thought. He took a fierce breath, his chest sinking in, and like a giant whale sucking water, he massively absorbed the permeating blood mist around him.
This blood mist was called Blood-colored Sweet Dew. It was much purer than the Blood Pills; it was the remaining origin essence when a Flying Heavenly Yaksha transformed into an Asura, the holy blood among devils. After a martial arts practitioner absorbed it, their skin and bones would become even tougher, carrying the heavy thickness derived from the great earth like that of the Earth Devils.
As Fang Han sucked this into his mouth and swallowed it, he felt this "Blood-colored Sweet Dew" act like a gelatinous substance, instantly spreading to all parts of his body. Between his bones, an extra layer of connection abruptly appeared, an extra layer of stronger toughness. Especially the large tendons on his body, they were now wrapped with countless blood-colored gelatinoles, making them even less prone to breaking or tearing.
Fang Han felt as if his entire person had turned into a rubbed piece of beef tendon; even if his body was stretched long, it would be perfectly fine. A mortal, no matter how much they cultivated, could not possibly have such elasticity!
"Now, relying purely on martial power! I can definitely completely knock down that Ye Nantian directly, beating him until his life or death is out of his hands. However, as a disciple ranked third on the Mountain and River Ranking, he definitely has some secret methods, and he probably has quite a few spirited weapons. If he has a spirited weapon like the Heavenly Wolf Smoke, then he cannot be underestimated."
Feeling the obvious changes in his body, Fang Han was very satisfied.
"This is the chance." Yan did not pay attention to Fang Han absorbing a massive amount of Blood-colored Sweet Dew. It aimed at the moment these Asuras broke out of their cocoons, and those melted flying swords immediately pounced, transforming into clumps of golden energy, completely wrapping the ten Asuras within. Those Asuras each let out painful wails.
Fang Han had just finished absorbing the Blood-colored Sweet Dew and watched as these Asuras, after wailing, each flapped their wings, hovering in the space of the Yellow Spring Picture. They had changed their appearance; they were no longer pitch-black in color, but rather their bodies carried a metallic luster and texture, seemingly even tougher and indestructible.
Even more formidable was that their bone spurs had also changed shape. Some looked like swords, some like snakes, some like sabers, emitting a sharp crystalline light. They seemed ready to fly out and injure people at any time. Moreover, their heads now had an extra helmet that looked like metal. With one look, it was clear that this was condensed from the metal substance of the ten flying swords. Such helmets gave their skulls the best protection.
"It's a success, finally refined them into demonic sword puppets. From now on, the scales on their bodies will be difficult to pierce through even for flying swords. Their heads are no longer weak points, and I have integrated the spiritual arrays of the ten flying swords into their bone spurs. They can fly their bone spurs out and use them as flying swords, making them fully twice as strong as true Asuras! Even if experts at the first or second level of the Divine Ability Realm encounter you, if caught off guard, they will have to die!"
"Yan" looked at its masterpiece proudly, admiring it over and over, as if it had completed pieces of exquisite artwork.
"How do I command them?"
"The usual way, use blood droplet sacrificial refinement, feed them your precise blood to eat. This way they will become psychic, connecting with your thoughts into one body, becoming your right and left arms. Commanding them will be as flexible as your own arms. If you cultivate to the Divine Ability Realm later on and further refine them, letting them evolve into Great Asuras, and then refine them into external avatars, a second bodily shell, these demonic sword puppets can even become your clones. If your physical body is slain by someone, your mind will be reborn in their bodies. This is equivalent to you having ten extra lives! This is also our Devil Sect's technique of substituting plum trees for peach trees, using objects to replace forms. However, we can't talk about that yet."
"Yan" revealed profound Devil Sect Daoist arts to Fang Han.
"These are all external objects. No matter how powerful a magical treasure is, one still has to rely on their own strength to utilize it. I will go rest for six hours first, and later, you continue to boil me with the alchemy cauldron."
Fang Han looked at these puppets for a while, as if he didn't care much. After completing the blood droplet sacrificial refinement to make them psychic, he didn't test their power either, but exited the Yellow Spring Picture and went to meditate in front of the alchemy cauldron.
Days passed by like this, one by one…